Mike & Karen Ch. 29

"Good evening, sir," Millie said in as composed a voice as she could manage, holding her hand out to him. "Please forgive my unseemly outburst, but my sister's warped sense of humour is the bane of my existence. I am Millie, the Lady Chudleigh, aka Jenny's little sister."

"A great pleasure, my lady," Mike said, taking her hand gently and then bowing. It set Millie's heart to thundering in her chest.

"I told you to bow," Alexa whispered to Alex. "Did you listen?"

"I've been hearing about you for some decades now," Mike replied, his rich, molten caramel baritone making her knees (and every other woman's) weak. "Welcome to our home, Lady Chudleigh. It's a privilege to host you."

"Any chance of getting you to call me Millie?" she asked rather weakly. "I don't really do the whole sophisto peer thing if I can avoid it."

"When the rabble aren't around, we'll try to reach a compromise," Mike said easily, towering over them all again, but intimidating nobody except Percy. "I take it your sister didn't tell you about me?"

Millie looked at her older sister now, her expression sour. "No. She didn't. She no doubt thought it would be a topping wheeze to let me find out for yourself."

"It was, Mill," Jenny said, barely restraining a laugh as she winked at her younger sibling. They all went to sit around in the various chairs and chesterfields available while Valentina and Trilby served drinks. "What news from Old Blighty, then?"

"Nothing you wouldn't have been able to find out on a decent Reddit or actually paying attention to the news, your ladyship," Millie said dryly, accepting a glass of Jura wine from Trilby. "The news from Sheppey is the same as ever. The residents are blunt-headed yobbos who share all the same facial features and think Kylie Minogue is the height of musical excellence."

"Any news from the old family hovel?" Jenny queried, sitting next to Mike while Karen sat with her new guest. Alex and Alexa were sitting on a small loveseat together. Percy had a plush chair all to himself.

"Not as such, but unfortunately, no great tragedy has befallen Verity in your absence, I fear," Millie said, with a smile as she took a sip of her drink.

Karen and Alexa both restrained a giggle.

"Who's Verity, my lady?" Val asked, standing nearby, but unable to keep her nose out. Not that anyone expected her to be able to.

"The bane of the countess' existence," Millie explained while Jenny scowled. "Never have I known my sister to hate a woman so. A pregnant one, at that."

Val blinked. "Did this Verity chick get knocked up by some guy that Lady Greymoor had the hots for?"

"No," Jenny almost groused while Karen, Alexa, and Millie all burst out laughing now. Mike allowed himself a smirk while Alex chuckled. "Verity is an absolutely godawful giant statue of a pregnant woman standing in Ilfracombe, not far from Heatherly. Standing atop some poor books, she is holding a sword aloft in the air, and is indeed very pregnant. To make matters worse, on the right side of her body, she is completely flensed, showing off her musculature and organs, and also her foetus, still in utero. The city council thought it might be good for business, and it went up back in twenty-twelve."

"Jen is right, though, it is indeed a horror to look at," Millie agreed. "The town's bursar's office is not exactly being forthcoming about how profitable Verity has been, though, making me suspicious. At a pinch over twenty meters, she is the tallest statue in England not standing on a plinth or a column."

"The damned thing beat out the Angel of the North in Tyne for the record," Jen grumbled, putting her martini glass aside since she'd already finished it. "All they had to do was keep their record for tallest statue in the nation, but could they do it?"

She folded her arms and scowled at the far wall. "Tyne can't do anything right. Damn Geordies..."

It was some time before Karen, Alexa, and Millie stopped snickering.

***

Tuesday night, 1987...

Verna was moving up and down, panting rather loudly as she fought to keep from climaxing. Her fingers flexed against the broad, powerful chest below, and she groaned, feeling like she was being split in half with extreme pleasure. She tried to center herself and ground down, squeezing the way she'd read about, but it seemed to have no effect on her competitor.

"Dammit..." she hissed, fighting to control her body. "Dammit... dammit..."

She was bouncing up and down harder, leaning progressively backward, the massive cock spearing in and out of her pussy. She fought to hold on, but nothing was working. He was too powerful, his penis getting too deep, and hitting too many of the right places. She felt the sheen of sweat on her skin, damp on her scalp, and her core tightening. It was too much.

"DAMMIT!!!" she wailed as she arched backward, straining and then surrendering to her strongest orgasm yet. She felt like she would burst from the inside, the unreal pleasure blossoming through her body and making her world spin. Behind the blackness that was her vision, rainbows scintillated. Time was meaningless, gravity nonsense.

When she came to, she was lying on Mike's chest, and he was still inside her, although growing soft. She wearily lifted her head and tried to scowl at him. Given that her face felt like he'd melted it off, the desired effect was probably not achieved.

"Damn you," she said finally, trying to mean it. She didn't dare move, since she'd discovered that sex often involved intense little aftershocks, and she was always worried she might pee herself. "You're not getting away with this bullshit, you know."

"Seemingly not," Mike sighed, gently raising her into a sitting position and then lifting her off his cock. He set her aside and she stared down at him, scowling.

"There's no semen in the condom," she almost hissed before looking at him accusingly. "You mean you didn't even orgasm?"

Mike shrugged. "I didn't feel the need at the moment. I was concentrating on getting you where you needed to go."

"I knew you were cheating!" she snapped, pointing at his dick now. "How am I supposed to win by making you orgasm if you're choosing to not orgasm and focusing on me instead?"

"This is something of a quandary, yes," Mike agreed readily, standing up and disposing of the prophylactic. "But it sounds like more of a you problem than a me problem, honestly. You'd be hard-pressed to say I'm not doing my part in this arrangement."

"You haven't done your part at all until I have your signature on my petition!" Verna growled, reaching over to the bedside table grab and clipboard and then thrusting it in his direction, rapping her fingernail on it repeatedly. "You're cheating, you big cheater!"

"I'm sure there's some alternate reality where that makes sense," Mike chuckled before going over to a small mini-fridge he kept in a corner near his desk. "Want a water or a juice?"

"No, I don't want a water or a juice, Mr. Manners," she sneered, dropping the clipboard, folding her arms and scowling. "What's with this nice guy nonsense, anyway? Why can't you just accept defeat and sign the damn petition? Anyone else would've rolled over by now, you know."

"Given that I keep rolling you over, I think I'll hold off," Mike said, unscrewing a glass bottle of water and draining it. It had lemon and ginger in it, good for his muscles after a workout. Maybe this had almost counted as a workout. "Let me guess, you're not giving up yet."

"Somebody has the think about the moral well-being of this campus, and clearly it isn't you," she grumbled, looking directly as his massive, flaccid cock as he approached the bed again. "You need to be stopped before our international reputation and ratings plummet and we're ranked no better than Montevallo."

"Pretty sure half our student population could be hiding in bushes and stuffing berries up their noses and we still wouldn't be that bad," Mike laughed. "You're really stuck on doing this, eh?"

"I'm not going down, so that means you are, pal," Verna said defiantly, now on her knees on the bed and giving him her best challenging stare. "Get back here and let me earn that signature. If you're such a pro at this, give me another shot."

"A professional is someone who can do his best work when he doesn't feel like it," Mike laughed as he reached over and tossed her into whatever position they'd use next...

***

A certain countess' guest suite, the present...

"You sure I cannot convince you to stay, Mill?" Jenny asked, pretending to pout as she held her sister close while they lay naked in bed together.

"We dare not let me, Jen," the younger woman said, sighing. "You know I love sharing a bed with you, but Percy might very well wake up in the night, and if he doesn't remember where he is, he is not above rampaging, as you well know. He has his bed, I have mine, and the quarters on the second floor are more than adequate to my needs. They are as good as Shellness, easily."

"I'm still mad at my darling little boy for dropping his sprog on you without a moment's notice or a courtesy call," the blonde muttered, stroking her sister's back. "If he thinks it is easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission, I intend to make sure he understands that he is sorely mistaken."

"Yes, I'm rather annoyed about that too, since he failed to mention when he would be collecting his son," Millie added, shaking her head. She didn't know whether to blame the Harding family or her older sister for that trait in her nephew Sammy. It could be fifty-fifty, honestly. "We might need to accept that we're stuck with Percy until it's time to fly home."

"Bugger," Jenny grumped, caressing down far enough to squeeze her sister's butt cheek. "Best part of three weeks, minimum, then. Keeping him in line will be a challenge."

"Maybe I could tell him that Blong thing will come to life and eat him if he misbehaves," Millie suggested. "Goodness knows, it scares me. You said it belongs to Alex?"

"Long story, Mill, but worth it in the telling," Jenny giggled. "Another time. You can go back to your room and leave me all alone, but only after you give me the kisses I so richly deserve."

"Yes, you poor lonely, neglected bitch," Millie cooed before leaning in and kissing her sister lovingly. They'd turned on their sides and melted into one another, breasts squashed and their mounds touching. The kiss and caresses lasted for several seconds before Millie willed herself out of the bed and threw on a silk robe.

"By the way, don't wait up on that Val girl to come and brush your hair," Millie said as she paused in the doorway and gave her older sister a saucy wink. "She said she'll be brushing mine tonight as a welcome. Toodle-pip, sissy."

"Millie, you tart!" Jenny gasped, sitting up and looking offended before winging one of her pillows at the retreating woman. Alas, the plush projectile simply impacted the back of the door and fell to the carpet, unbruised. She huffed and flopped back in her bed, folding her arms and scowling at the ceiling. Robbed of her sister's warmth, and stuck looking after her son's little prat while she was supposed to be on vacation. "Well this ponks..."

She would get Sammy for this.

***

The master suite next door...

"It was good to see Millie again," Karen sighed as she moved up and down atop her husband, his cock spearing inside her from below and reaching all those lovely places only he could. It reminded her for some reason of the tale of Akhilleus and his spear made from the of the ash tree of Mount Pelion, which he alone on earth knew how to wield. How many women had she watched her husband subdue or destroy with that magnificent weapon? "What was your impression of her, my love?"

"Very different from her sister, but we knew that," Mike replied, fondling his wife's magnificent breasts and making her close her eyes and purr in pleasure. "Not given to flights of fancy, certainly more cautious and practical than Jen... not as talented or gifted, but easier to get along with, in a sense."

"I know what you mean," the bronze-haired goddess agreed, squeezing her pussy muscles around him just right. "Jen is something you need to live up to, even if she has that 'common touch' thing she does so well. She's a step above mortals, isn't she? Millie, though, she doesn't want to be, not really."

"Their dynamic here as sisters should be rather refreshing," he said, pushing up with his hips, but she was ready for him. She made a show of gasping and shivering, but then she squeezed and fluttered her muscles around him, before pressing down and churning in slow circles.

"As long as young master Percy is kept on a leash," she sighed, working her magic now, her fingers flexing on his massive pectorals and nails grazing the taut skin. "He was something of a crimp in the plan, no doubt."

"No doubt," Mike allowed, but his mind was elsewhere, feeling her squeeze him and trying to catch up. She'd tricked him moments ago, and he didn't know if he could hold back. She flexed on him in just the right way, and he hadn't been ready for it. "Oh, you little devil, I..."

Karen laughed gaily, knowing she'd won this round, and soon her mighty husband would be cumming inside her. Not that she wouldn't, of course, but making him cum first was an especial delight sometimes. It had been a contest between them for over thirty years now, one they would never tire of. On the occasions he bested her, he'd make her climax multiple times before allowing himself to. And if she made him cum first, he was more than capable of staying hard long enough for her to orgasm at least once more.

She shuddered in pleasure as she felt him cum deep inside her, her eyes closed and her back arching. She pressed down hard, feeling her own climax follow seconds later. Ecstasy flooded through her, and she sighed loudly, floating on that scintillating cloud that wrapped about her every time.

Karen eased herself down onto her husband, cuddling into him while he put her arms around her, a strong and impenetrable shield against a world gone mad. She purred contentedly, snuggling and finding exactly the right position for the perfect end to their coupling. They both knew it would be a short night for them, since there were things to do tomorrow. But they only existed for this moment right now, it was all that mattered.

"You brat," he said quietly, making her snicker. She wiggled herself on him, then felt him moving back and forth inside her again. Perhaps they had time for one more quick orgasm together. Maybe six. "You certainly got me that time."

"And I wasn't even using distracting conversation to do it," she lilted, smiling down at him and then rubbing her nose against his gently. "I got you fair and square this round."

"That you did, Princess," he agreed, pushing in and out of her pussy slowly, now that their little contest was over. Time to relax and simply enjoy one another at a leisurely pace. "How much do you think we should intervene with little Percy on the rampage?"

"Frankly, I'm inclined to let the Penrose sisters and Tatyana handle it," Karen replied, moving in time with him and squeezing her muscles around his erection. "I imagine he will behave if you or I are in visual range, mind. Maybe Alex can befriend him, get him on his best behaviour."

"A tall order, even for Alex," Mike mused, caressing her lovely breasts and making her sigh. "There's a lot of Jenny in that kid, after all."

"Rather frightening to think that's who she might have become under other circumstances," his wife agreed, feeling her gooey pussy fluttering around him as a little mini-shock coursed through her. "Was I ever such a complete brat?"

"Occasionally, but I only found those moments charming, in an exasperating way," he quipped, grinning at her. "Remember Verna?"

Karen couldn't help it, she laughed so hard that she broke her rhythm and came first this time.

***

Wednesday, 1987...

They were all hanging out in Karen and Lisa's room, which was the largest of the berths afforded them, and they were in their customary state of undress. Nudity among them all was absolutely nothing at this point in their friendship. They were an inseparable foursome, and a feared force on campus, both as a social unit, and a moral one.

"So what're we gonna do today after classes?" Lisa asked, sitting on her bed with the bottoms of her feet touching, clasping her toes and bouncing her knees up and down, as was her habit when she had nothing to do. "Mine end early, my last course ends at noon."

"You're forgetting your 'Women in Industrial Revolution Toronto' snap quiz at two this afternoon," Karen pointed out, sitting elegantly on the edge of her bed, one leg crossed over and looking off at a corner wistfully while Mona sat nearby, sketching eagerly.

"Oh, beagles, you're right," Lisa muttered, shaking her head. Princess always seemed to know her schedule better than she did. Then again, Kar probably knew all of their schedules inside and out. She'd learned not to take it personally. "I'm glad you found out about it and told me, it gave me a chance to bone up on the subject matter."

"How did you know about her surprise quiz, anyway?" Mona asked, still sketching away. She loved using Karen as a model, there was so much to work with, and she knew how to pose just about any which way- casual, classy, silly, teasing, dramatic, erotic, or even just downright obscene, her dear friend could do it all, effortlessly. Must've been all that courtesan training when she was younger.

Karen kept looking off at the corner but allowed herself a controlled smirk. "I might have an understanding with Lisa's professor, Miss Locke. She might have mentioned it in the haze of post-orgasmic bliss."

"Gawwwwwd," Lisa sighed loudly, flopping back on her bed, but her feet still pressed together while Mona stopped sketching long enough to indulge a giggle fit. "Is there anyone you can't fuck, woman?"

"Only three I can think of are me, Mona, and DeBourne," Janet quipped, sitting near the window and just watching. "My classes are all done by three, so I'm free after that. I just need to do a little bit of studying tonight."

"I've got a quick trip to the Art Gallery, but I'll be back before two," Mona added, resuming her work. "So what sounds fun for everybody?"

"Well, I was hoping for an afternoon delight with my roomie, but clearly that ain't happening," Lisa sighed, still lying on her back and looking at the ceiling, heedless of the fact that her smooth pussy was shamelessly on display to her friends. "We could always crash that student dinner they're puttin' on. Tonight's the night, right?"

"Yep, and it's supposed to be DeBourne cooking again," Mona confirmed, nodding. "So count on it to be hearty, nutritious, and quite probably indigenous. Even the food gets to be a history lesson when that big galoot is around."

"I dunno, guys," Janet mused, looking out the window at something now. "Y'oughta come and see this..."

They all glanced in her direction and could see her smirking as she looked out onto the campus. She had stood up to get a better view, not caring that anyone who glanced up at the window would see her tits on display. This got the better of the insatiably curious Mona, who put her sketchpad down for a moment and looked over at Karen. "Princess, can you remember that pose exactly if we break for a moment to go look?"

This earned her a raised eyebrow from Karen, and she shook her head. "Right, never mind. Forget I asked."

The four girls all leaned into the window to see what was happening, none of them at all fazed by being naked and visible to anyone who happened to look their way. Janet pointed at whatever had caught her attention, and they all began to laugh.