Mike & Karen Ch. 29

"D'you suppose they're goin' at it right now?" Mona mused, lying in a naked cuddle pile with Janet and Lisa on Karen's bed. The mistress of said bed was elsewhere on campus, but she had no objection to the girls using it and keeping it warm for her. Lisa was sandwiched between her two friends, feeling very comfy and snuggly, like a cat. "I mean, she seems to be monopolizing him right now."

"Awww, poor Mo-Mo," Lisa cooed and giggled, teasing the black girl but also giving the swell of her boob a little kiss as compensation. "Feeling a pinch? You're probs right, though. She's gonna keep it up until he kills her. Can't wait until that investigation and coroner's report happens."

"Dying with a silly orgasm smile on your face either sounds really great or really awful," Janet added, caressing both of her bedmates. They all loved one another dearly, so this kind of intimacy was nothing new. "I mean, if it's a look of bliss, great, everyone who finds your corpse is jealous. But if it's one of those goofy expressions you get the moment you cum and if your face freezes like that..."

Mona giggled. "Pretty sure I'm mostly the latter when DeBourne fucks me," she admitted before looking at Janet. "So? You've seen him make me cum. Which face do I usually make?"

"Oh, you get the gooniest face on when he gives you the big O," Janet teased, sticking her tongue out at her friend. "Like somethin' out of a Tex Avery cartoon."

"Oh, like you're any better, slut!" Mona laughed, surging up and wrestling with Janet, even though Lisa was still squished between them. "You've made faces that Jerry Lewis couldn't pull off!"

"Gah, I hate Jerry Lewis!" Janet cackled, wrestling back. "Take that back, you whore!"

"Never!" Mona yodeled, rolling around with the brunette.

Lisa squeaked and pretended to protest, but the goofy grin on her face, which was squashed between two sets of soft boobs, indicated she wasn't trying all that hard to escape her personal Heaven.

Across the campus green...

Karen was leaning back against the old brick wall of the dormitory building, holding textbooks to her chest, a partially open window just over a meter to her left. She was around the back of the building, and nobody knew she was there. She stared at some indeterminate spot on the grass in front of her, her acute hearing focused on the sounds emanating from inside the berth window.

She could hear a woman panting, hissing, and groaning. She heard the thump and smack of skin on skin, and only one activity made that sound.

"Gnnn! Dammit! Stop doing that!" she heard Verna rasp. "N-No! Don't stop, you big jerk!"

Karen rolled her eyes at the pointless and rather facile protests.

This had been going on for nearly a week now. Forget Janet and Mona, Karen held no doubt that many, many girls on campus were getting irritated about DeBourne suddenly not being available for their preferred carnal activities. Verna hadn't been kidding, though, DeBourne must have made his way through half the female student population by now. She herself was hardly innocent, mind.

So why did this bother her?

You'd normally be down in your nerdy little basement office at this hour, wouldn't you? she thought to herself, her lovely brow creasing into a frown at the notion. You should be working on that damned Abelian sandpile model we're all relying on being ready for Lucerne. The girls and I should be poking fun at your goofy Japanese robots while you dutifully ignore us and do your calculations on that utterly brilliant Dayraven Cluster of yours, DeBourne...

She heard the physical activity ramp up for several seconds, followed by loud gasping and then shameless moans, a sound she recognized as a climax. She shook her head and then wandered off, heading back to her own dorm room.

Or maybe to just go look at the ugly brown metal door to his office in the mazement of the sciences building. She'd see where her feet took her.

Inside the dorm room...

Verna gasped loudly as she pushed her ass back against Mike, grinding her hips in circles as best she could while sweat streamed from her skin. She felt like she was on fire, and her arms were turning to jelly. This was the first time she'd allowed him to take her in the so-called 'doggy' position, and she'd been hoping that facing away and not looking at him would help her focus on her mission.

She'd been very wrong. He penetrated her deeply, his powerful hips thumping against her ass, driving him into her pussy relentlessly. Unreal pleasure was blossoming through her, making her lose track of her senses. She flexed her fingers on the sheets, gripping them tightly, as if trying to tear them.

Not only was he deep inside her, but to her horror, it also turned out that he could grip her long, platinum-blonde hair in his massive, powerful fist, tugging back on her neck and making her groan like some whore in a porn video. She couldn't help it, it was one of the most electric and sensual things she had ever experienced!

Verna couldn't help it; she shuddered and pressed back as hard as she could, surrendering to yet another defeat, her punishment a staggering orgasm that overwhelmed her entirely. She felt his huge cock throbbing inside her as she squeezed around it. She knew he wasn't cumming, but she was also beyond caring at this point.

She flopped forward, her face in the pillow while her ass was still in the air. She was pinned to him by her pussy, and she wasn't going anywhere until he chose to pull out. She was trembling like a leaf on a branch. She no longer felt the burning humiliation of defeat, there was only the bliss of her climax. And this had been the best one yet.

After who knows how long, she slowly pushed herself up on her hands, feeling that he was still kneeling behind her, his cock skewering her so very pleasantly. She sat up and settled onto his thighs, sighing contentedly at the syrupy pleasure she felt through her body. There could have been nuclear missiles raining down around her, she didn't care. Not one damn bit.

"Mmmmm, you won again," she sighed languidly, reaching up behind and caressing her hand over his strong jaw. "That's what... twenty-three losses?"

"Not that I'm keeping track, but yes," Mike confirmed, his hands sliding up her soft form to cup her breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze. Verna shivered deliciously. "So when's twenty-four?"

"There is no twenty-four," she breathed, shaking her head as she tried to compose herself. "I'm throwing in the towel."

"You're giving up your crusade against moral degeneracy on the campus?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.

"That's not how I'd put it," she explained, turning her head to smile up at him. "I think the better way to put it is that I've shifted my views on the subject in light of empirical evidence. Whether I want to admit it or not, nothing is better than the orgasms you've put me through this past week. When I'm the grip of one, or just the afterglow, I stop giving a damn about how other students are performing."

"I refuse to believe your own study habits haven't suffered during the course of this week," Mike stated, which she found weird, since he seemed to be trying to make her old point for her. What was he up to?

"Oh, I've hardly done any," she admitted, shaking her head. "Not a damn lick, in fact. I've been obsessed with getting back on this beast of yours, really. Silly of me to be in denial about it for several days."

She smiled up at him again. "Don't suppose you happen to know a good student tutor, would you? I don't really have much money for payment, but I'm sure I could work out a different kind of dialectic trade with them..."

"Part of me will be sad to see your crusade gone," Mike mused, gently moving her forward onto all fours again and then listening to her moan loudly as he slowly pulled his cock out of her gooey pussy. He got off the bed and slowly walked over to his open window, desiring a little fresh air. He stuck his head out and a scent gave him pause.

He could've sworn that it smelled like Gordon's perfume, one of her myriad exquisite scents that he found so very compelling. He looked around, but that was pointless, since of course Gordon wasn't there. Why would she be? He felt strangely disappointed. "What'll you do instead?" he asked, pulling back inside and walking over to the bed.

"You've kinda inspired me, really," she sighed, almost stretching like a cat before turning over on to her back and looking up at him, propped on her elbows and not at all concerned about flaunting her nudity to him. "I'm getting back on track with my studies, I'm going to get my business degree, and then one day I plan to own a club. A sex club. A place where consenting adults can come and get their sin on in a safe and controlled environment. Maybe I'll make you an inaugural member."

"Given the laws of the land these days, it might be a while before that dream is allowed to legally come true," Mike admitted, noticing her staring at his hard-on, still sheathed in the condom. "What will you do until then?"

"Prepare, get ready," she answered simply with a shrug of her shoulders. "I'll practice by holding sex parties in my house. So for that to happen, I'll need a house. I'll figure that out, and then then the fun begins."

"I think you'll make a great host for a sex club, Verna," he said readily. "You're certainly driven enough, and you're an idealist, whatever your ideal happens to be at the time."

"Thanks, I think," the blonde girl laughed. "And I'm gonna need to keep practicing at sex, clearly. I'm gonna need a boyfriend or six that I can actually deal with. I'm not cutting you off, mind, but I'd better expand my horizons before I get emotionally invested. Pretty sure the other girls on campus will be glad to have you back, I've been rather selfish this week."

She smiled up at him now, blushing slightly. "You can keep yourself from cumming, right?"

He nodded.

"I don't suppose..." she began, sounding sheepish. "I don't suppose we can try it without the condom? I'm not fertile right now, so it's safe. But I really wanna feel it bareback with someone I trust. How about it?"

Mike shrugged and gestured to his cock indicating that since she put the condom on, she should take it off. She smirked and knelt up now, rolling it off his lengthy member.

"The only thing I'm bummed about is that I didn't get a single signature this past week," she sighed as she lay back down, spreading her legs and holding her arms out. "Not one."

"Oh, I don't know," Mike said as he moved down on top of Verna and into her waiting embrace. "I mean, I've scrawled my initials on your bod in Elvish runes with my cum a few times, you just didn't notice."

Verna laughed gaily before gasping and crying out as his mighty cock penetrated deep inside and almost into her thorax.

***

Blackwell Manor, the present, Friday afternoon...

Karen was sitting sideways lazily in a chaise in the Wellington lounge, reading a book and sipping a Death In The Afternoon, when her phone and her smartwatch began buzzing. She smiled as she saw the name that came up, and pressed a button on the watch, beginning the call and also placing the caller on speakerphone. "And how are you, my lovely Verna?"

"Just fine, Kar," the other woman said pleasantly. "Was mostly phoning to just check and make sure you didn't hate me for missing the formal event. Kinda stuck with some events at the club that coincide."

"Of course we understand, darling, and it will all be recorded, so you can see it at your leisure," Karen said. "After all, the club means so very much to us, and always has. You've worked hard for almost three decades now to being it about and make it what it is. Without you, there is no Shangri-la Club."

"Thanks, not like you guys aren't my favourite and most welcome guests, after all," Verna laughed. "That oversized husband of yours inspired me, remember. And I promise I'll be there for the second housewarming, I wouldn't miss that one for the world. I'd better go, gotta go check the PH levels in the swimming pool. I'll talk to you soon."

"Lovely hearing from you, Vivi, have a wonderful weekend," Karen chimed, ending the call. She sighed happily and resumed reading, but not for long before the Penrose sisters entered the lounge. The matriarch smiled at them. "Ladies."

"Kat, as requested, I have asked Mill to dig out Grey Dolphin so that she can show it to you," Jenny said, tracing a sensual fingernail across her dear friend's shoulder before sitting down on a chesterfield perpendicular to Karen's chaise. Millie was holding a small, rather archaic-looking dagger in a worn sheath. Jenny took it from her gently and passed it to Karen.

"Jen said you're familiar with it, Kat?" Millie asked, intrigued while she watched Karen examine the small weapon.

"Originally through my husband, who knows just about everything to do with matters martial, and the history of weapons," Karen replied, looking at the sheath and then gingerly pulling the blade out. "How it relates the legend of Robert de Shurland, and that it's a symbol of a ruler of Sheppey's fealty to his people, and the perils of treachery and self-interest."

"Succinctly put, as I would only expect from you or Lord High Everything," Millie said, making her sister giggle. "Yes, that is indeed the knife that the ranking peer of Sheppey is supposed to carry for formal events, and Jen has insisted that I treat this event of yours as one of utmost importance. Hence, Grey Dolphin is here with me, even if that little twerp of a great-nephew nearly got me arrested for it."

"Where is the young Lord Ravensworth?" Karen mused, looking up from the dagger now. "I've not seen hide nor hair or him in some hours."

Jenny settled back into her cushion, smirking. "It is my understanding that he ran afoul of Miss Kachelmeier a little while ago," she said. "Tried for one of her halter tops. I think we can all imagine how that went..."

Down in sub-basement three...

In a small, concrete room bereft of most features, young Master Percival found himself hanging from a clothes peg several feet off the ground, hooked into the back of his overalls he'd been wearing. He'd tried to escape after the big lady hung him there, but to no avail.

"This ponks..." he grumbled, folding his arms and scowling at the floor.

***

Mona's dorm room, 1987...

They were lying in a tangle of covers on her floor, sweaty, panting, happy, and spent. Mona and Janet were snuggled into the titan body between them. In a chair in the corner of the room, Lisa was sitting and reading one of the comics she'd pilfered from Mike. She didn't want to be part of the sex, she just hated being left out.

"Sooooooo, big man," the black girl purred, tracing a finger along his huge pectoral. "Y'happy to be playin' the field again and not spoken for?"

"It sounds to me like you're bordering on no longer being thankful for this mighty burden I took on, singlehandedly rescuing the campus from the clutches of pernicious virtue and celibacy," Mike pointed out, his arms cuddling the two women into his sides. Janet was still stroking his sticky cock, which she didn't seem to be finished with.

"Oh, we appreciate it, Mongo," the brunette cooed, kissing his cheek before leaning across him and giving Mona her due as well, a light kiss on the lips. "It was a tough week, no doubt."

"You brought it on yourselves, siccing her on me like that," he said. "You girls really need to stop letting Gordon talking you into her shenanigans so easily."

"DeBourne, you are the last person on earth to ever point the finger about shenanigans," Lisa said from the corner, looking over the pages of her comic book, her eyes narrowing. "Next to you, Princess looks like Haley Mills crossed with Polyanna."

"They're the same people, you dope," Janet laughed, making Mona snicker and causing Lisa to stick her tongue out. "Stop trying to reference pop culture, Li, you're just gonna confuse and hurt yourself."

"No as bad a hurt as her mother's gonna put on her for missing Tzom Tammuz," Mike said.

"WHAT?!" Lisa blurted, sitting up in a panic and dropping her comic. "How did I- waitaminit, you big jerk... Tzom Tammuz isn't even until July 14^th this year!"

"Which just happens to be Mongo's birthday," Janet quipped, poking Mike's nose. "Sorry, Li, I know which event I'll be celebrating this year."

"Gnnnnn..." Lisa groaned, slumping back in the chair with her hands over her face. "I can't believe you nearly got me again! I am the worst Jew on earth!"

"Don't worry, Heyman, there's always David Berkowitz," Mike offered, making Janet and Mona burst out laughing. They hadn't quite finished when the door opened and Karen let herself in.

"I might have known," she sighed, shaking her head as she tried to walk around the carnal entanglement on the floor. "That Verna girl isn't gone a day before you two are back at it. Haven't your grades suffered enough?"

"Oh, you're just jealous that any sex you get isn't this good," Janet teased, taking hold of Mike's erection and waving it at Karen as she went to sit down next to Lisa, who was still grumbling. "I mean, maybe your partners are getting great sex from you, but it ain't... what's the word..."

"Reciprocal," Karen said, settling in. "And by the extension of that logic, DeBourne isn't getting as good as he gives from you two trollops."

"How d'you expect us to get better if we don't keep practicing?" Mona asked, giggling as she mounted Mike's hips and sank down onto him, moaning loudly. Janet was kneeling beside her and whispering to her while fondling Mona's boobs to get her motor running.

"There I am, just left out of the great universal constant again," Lisa sighed, trying to ignore the scene in front of her, but unfortunately, she'd lost her comic somewhere on the floor.

"I would offer to take you up to our room and let you do bad things to me, but I know you're somewhat squeamish about this time of the month," Karen mentioned.

"I earned my red wings on you, Princess, once was enough," the smaller girl muttered, drawing her feet up onto the chair, resting her hands on her knees and looking anywhere but down.

"What about karaoke?" Karen suggested.

Lisa perked up. "Only if it's really cheesy!"

They got up and made to leave the room, but not before she looked down at her friends on the blankets. "Are you three coming?"

"Totally," Janet panted, almost bouncing on Mike's tongue as she face down his body toward Mona. "An' after that, we'll join you..."

Karen simply exited the room, unsure of what to say to that.

"I can almost feel you, Jan," Mona sighed, grinding on the huge cock inside her. "It's like I can feel your pleasure."

"We're our own unified field theory," Janet gasped, grinning and fondling her own breasts as Mike brought her closer to orgasm. "Think we'll get a Nobel Prize if we can prove it?"

The girls got their prize seconds later, and neither of them cared that it wasn't a Nobel.

***

Don't forget to read the stinger after these notes, folks!

Author's Notes: Another one of those essential bridge chapters that introduced new characters and new concepts. Now you know who the owner of Shangri-la is, and her story. Verna won't be around a lot, you'll see her at the Naughty Housewarming, and also when the gang is down at her club again, which is rather often.

Yes, Blong was real. Yes, I miss him dearly.

Diki Diki Dong was originally performed by Golden Earring in 1968, and the version the girls sing at karaoke was done by the Eurogirl group A La Carte in 1983. Bad song, original version or not. That's why they did it.