Mike & Karen Ch. 30

"So maybe three minutes from now, right?" Mike observed, making a point of looking at his watch. "With Kar taking Red shopping, you've got more than a few hours, knowing Lisa's relationship with decision-making."

Mona and Janet looked at one another and then back at Mike. "Soooo, if Kar's gone, that means you've got nothin' to do for an hour or two, right, big man?"

Mike smiled and shook his head. "Should've seen that inevitability coming when you two couldn't be found. It's true, my wife is power-shopping, the staff are all gainfully distracted, and I have no duties to see to myself."

"Not often you're wrong, DeBourne," Janet purred, giving him a sly smile. "I can think of two duties right here that you need to see to, pretty much ASAP. Do I need to file a court order?"

"Are you two done greeting one another?" Mike asked, striding toward them and making both their hearts race. "I'd hate to interrupt one of history's longstanding awkward situations."

"Maybe we're just happy this way," Mona said, still holding Janet close, sitting on each other's thighs. "Nothin' wrong with things as they are between us."

"I've never suffered for it," he said, now looming over the pair and pointing at a door. "The room on the right will do. Scoot."

Janet and Mona wiggled quickly through the door into the room he'd indicated, still holding hands. It had been four years since they'd had a chance to do anything like this together. As content as Mike was with his life, he had never been satisfied with how their various lives seemed to keep them apart. Moments like this were how they redressed that imbalance. And it worked.

As he followed them in and closed the door, he wondered how his beloved wife was doing with Lisa.

***

Downtown, on the Mink Mile...

"That dress looks quite splendid on you, my dear," Karen said pleasantly as she sat in a plush chair with a glass of white wine, watching as Lisa somewhat awkwardly modeled a gorgeous emerald-green dress. They were in one of the most posh women's boutiques in the city, and Karen hadn't bothered to mention to Lisa that she'd called ahead some days earlier and given the store's staff instructions about what to have available. She'd even provided them with Lisa's measurements, something she'd managed to wheedle out of her friend a few weeks prior.

"It does look pretty good on me, doesn't it?" Lisa sighed almost dreamily, looking at herself in a full body mirror and swishing the exquisite fabric of the skirt back and forth with her hands. It even made her nonexistent boobs somehow look bigger. How she'd missed this! "Doesn't exactly go with my prole and activist look, though."

"My mother looked stunning in her posh outfits, and she was still an activist," Karen pointed out, which wasn't exactly fair, because Lisa idolized Miranda Gordon the activist in the same way she idolized Gloria Steinem or Simone de Beauvoir, perhaps even more since she'd known her personally. "And while you're here, you're not some activist and revolutionary, darling, you're just Lisa, my dear friend without whom this entire affair would mean nothing."

"Thanks, Kar," Lisa said warmly, meaning it. She couldn't believe how good being back felt, and how much she'd missed it. Of course, she had, but the realization was crashing over her now, and she knew she'd be feeling conflicted later.

But that was later. Right now, she had dresses and clothes to try on.

"D'you think this one's good for the housewarming event, or is this a 'night out' kinda thing?" she asked, swishing the dress again. It really did look good on her. All her regular clothes were so damn boring these days. They hung off her skinny frame without complementing her, simply covering her up and looking baggy. Donna didn't approve of fashion; it was a symbol of 'the enemy', the moneyed classes.

"That depends," Karen replied, sitting back in her chair casually, but still making it look so elegant. "Do you have any intention of driving my Blackwell relatives crazy?"

"That was always fun," Lisa said readily.

"Well, since we happen to know that you have an admittedly thin and tenuous connection to the Daiches family of the clan MacLeish, we could put you in a tartan and kilt for the grand occasion, thereby identifying with the visiting Gordons..." Karen suggested.

"Ooh, me likey!" Lisa almost gushed, excited at the prospect of trolling various Blackwells, especially Karen's cousin Rodney. It had been over thirty years since Roddy had tried to force himself on Lisa, and paid a rather severe price for it. He'd even apologized in later days, so that was water under the bridge. She still disliked his pompous ass, though. "Let's do that!"

"Then we'll go to Richardson's after this and get you fitted," Karen declared, nodding. "Meanwhile, let's get you an outfit or six here."

Lisa was suddenly much more animated and excited than she'd been mere minutes ago.

***

Blackwell Manor, the third floor...

Mike was standing in the middle of the guest suite, allowing the two giggling women to undress him. Their eagerness was so obvious that Stevie Wonder could have seen it. He bent over at the middle to allow Mona to pull his shirt off, exposing his huge, powerful torso, while Janet was already kneeling and unbuckling his belt and almost yanking down his jeans.

"Well, hello, big boy," she breathed, taking in the sight of Mike's cock, something she hadn't seen in four years, and which was as gloriously intimidating as ever. She couldn't wait to feel it in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass. Of course, she'd seen Mike at Jonathon Blackwell's funeral just over three years ago, but that was hardly the time for them to be having sex now, was it? "It's been a hot minute."

"More'n a minute," Mona corrected, kneeling down next to Janet now and helping Mike step out of the puddle that was his jeans and his boxers. Like Janet, she felt an incredible, tingling rush at the sight of this man's naked body, so much more vast than any other one she'd ever been with. His power was terrifying, and she was already wet inside her jeans in anticipation of fucking him. "But yeah, a welcome sight, isn't he?"

"I'll choose to be complimented by those statements," Mike chuckled. "Now stand up and undress one another."

There was a split-second pause as the two women thought about his command, and then they both stood up quietly and turned to face one another. Slowly, they began unbuttoning one another's blouses and then pulled the garment down each other's arms, letting it fall away. They were both trembling as they exposed themselves. Janet's fair skin contrasted with the dark colour of Mona's. They moved in closer and reached in to undo the front clasp on each other's bra before casting the clothing aside. They were about the same size, with Mona's breasts looking a little fuller, and Janet's being somewhat more pointed.

Janet knelt and undid Mona's jeans, pulling them down along with her panties and helping her step out of them. She tried to not suck in her breath, noting that her dear friend still kept her pussy completely shaved, as she did. They'd done it since their university days, enjoying sharing the secret. Mona had always practiced yoga and dancing as a form of exercise, even after she became a famous animator, and she was still fit and built accordingly, even if she wasn't as slender as she had been in their halcyon days. She looked amazing, and Janet admitted to herself that she couldn't wait to feel that body squashed to hers as Mike fucked them in tandem.

Mona knelt now and undid Janet's skirt, slowly slipping it down, along with the nylons she wore beneath. Her panties came as well, and she tried not to stare dumbly at the sight of that shaved pussy she'd seen so many times before. How would it feel smushed against hers while Mike fucked them both until they were screaming?

She stood up and they moved closer to one another until their nipples were kissing. Then they turned and looked up Mike, standing side by side.

The titan man smiled down at them. "Let's move this to the bed, shall we?"

He put his arms around them both and led them over to the bed they would be using for the next two hours or so.

***

A condo downtown...

"Annnnnd I'm out," Alexa said, sitting back from the laptop and turning her head to not look at the screen. "I admit, I used to spy on Mike and Kar when I first got here and watched him fuck her, but I don't think I wanna watch him fuck my aunts like that. Kinda feels like incest somehow."

Jeanie and Freja both giggled at how absurd their friend was being, given that she was marrying her nephew. Still, they understood what she meant. She'd grown up being told about Mike, this giant golden god who was married to her older sister, whom Alexa worshipped. Alexa was, and quite possibly always would be, intimidated by Mike, simply because of how she'd been raised to view him. Watching him fuck Karen somehow fell within the bounds of the legends she'd grown up with.

Watching him split her surrogate aunts (or any other woman) in half with that monster between his legs was something else entirely.

"Well, you may not wanna, but d'you mind if Fre'n me do?" Jeanie asked. From where Mike had put down his clothes, the camera he was wearing was still able to see all the action on the bed. No doubt this had been on purpose, either to troll Alexa, who was likely watching, or for the benefit of his wife, who would no doubt want to watch it later. "I mean, we don't mind who he fucks, y'know?"

"I think I'll go have a soak in your tub, maybe phone my husband again," Alexa sighed, relenting and allowing her perverted friends to use her laptop to watch. "Just don't touch anything, because you two'll somehow end up broadcasting it all over the internet."

"We promise!" they both said as they shucked their clothes hurriedly. The only touching they'd be doing was of one another.

***

The staff game room on the second floor...

"Those gals seem nice, don't they?" Ari mused as he knocked the flat, floating disc back toward the other end of the surface with his little mallet.

"I haven't met anyone through our bosses that isn't nice as Hell, 'cept maybe for that Nanu chick, and that little brat Percy," Andrea replied, tracking the movement of the puck and then knocking it back at Ari forcefully, making her large tits jiggle inside her cropped tank top and beneath the panel of her overalls. Unfortunately for her, Ari was gay and barely noticed.

"Where is everyone's least favourite child, anyway?" Ari mused, sending the puck back, the disc careening off the walls of the table repeatedly, hoping to confuse Andrea.

"He left with the Penrose sisters this morning, but Val told me that he was dropped off at Kerkyon, so that Dr. James could give him a physical, since he might be stayin' for a while..." the mechanic said as she blasted the puck back at him.

***

Kerkyon Clinic, not all that far away...

"Mister Harding," Nurse Katie called, her voice almost pleading. "Please get out of the cupboard and let's go back to the playroom until Dr. James is ready to see you."

"Don't call me that!" the young boy said harshly, his face barely visible in the shadows as he scowled from inside his sanctum. "I'm an earl, and I'm better than you! People aren't treating me right! You're supposed to kneel when you talk to me!"

"I... what do I call you again?" Katie asked, her voice cracking with exasperation.

"I'm an earl, you call me Lord Ravensworth!" he hissed. "I'm mad and I'm covering myself in this cream until someone respects me! Those boys and girls don't respect me in the playroom, and they all sound stupid when they talk!"

Shit, he's into the Nivea, Katie realized despairingly. "They... they can't help how they talk," Katie faltered, wondering how she'd get the little monster out of the cupboard before Dr. James arrived. How would she explain wrestling with a naked child covered in Nivea cream? "That's the way everyone here t-"

"You sound stupid too!" Percy spat, throwing an empty Nivea container in her direction.

"Okay, that's it!" Nurse Katie roared, standing up and stomping toward the cupboard, the child inside squawking loudly as he realized he was now under siege. "Get out here now, you little brat, or I'm coming in after you!"

"You can't fit in here, you're too fat!" the horrible little munchkin sneered, throwing another container.

Thankfully, most of the rooms in the clinic were soundproofed, but the din could still be heard through the whole wing.

***

Blackwell Manor, third floor...

"Gnnnn, yesssssss..." Janet moaned as she squirmed around the powerful tongue that was buried deep inside her. She was kneeling over Mike's mouth and facing down his long, herculean frame. Mona was straddling his hips and bouncing up and down on his cock, panting lustily, her body already glistening with a sheen of sweat. Janet watched as his huge dick split the black girl wide, making her groan in pleasure. Thank God they'd remembered to close the door, but anyone on the third floor could probably hear the noise they were making anyway.

The two women leaned in and threw their arms around one another's shoulders, panting as their eyes locked, exulting in each other's pleasure. Forehead to forehead, they ground down on the titan sex machine beneath them, reveling in this sensation they'd missed for some four years now. Nothing was ever better.

"Miss this, slut?" Janet rasped, her fingers in Mona's kinky hair, grazing her scalp or gently tugging on it. "Did you miss this as much as I did?"

"God, yes," Mona sighed, her eyes closed now as she fought to control herself and not scream in ecstasy. "You know I did, whore."

They kissed, deeply, and now that the magic ingredient of Mike was added, all barriers seemed to have fallen away. Their tongues tangled as they kissed greedily, desperate to share all the sensations and pleasure they could. Mona grunted and groaned as Mike pushed up inside her, filling her in ways she hadn't been and making her feel things she hadn't in four years. Janet gasped and shuddered as he lashed her pussy with his large, skilled tongue.

The girls knew already how they wanted to climax, and Mike instinctively felt the cues. He rolled now, ending up with Janet on her back beneath him, her legs spread wide and shamelessly. Mona quickly settled down on top of her friend, their tits squashing together as they resumed the slurping kiss. She spread her own legs wide and kept her knees bent, resting on the mattress and outside Janet's thighs. Her pussy was pressed firmly against her friend's.

Mike leaned in and supported himself on his powerful arms on either side of the women. Janet groaned loudly as he speared inside her wanton cunt, filling her. His lower belly pressed down on Mona's shapely ass, and she sighed as she felt her clit kiss Janet's from the weight of him bearing down on her. She could feel his long tool sliding in and out just below her, and it felt wonderful, even if it wasn't in her.

They were still kissing one another when Mona squealed, since Mike had pulled out of Janet and plunged into her. Janet was gasping in delight as she felt their combined weight pressing her into the mattress. Her diamond-hard nipples were jabbing into and scraping with Mona's, making them both wild.

"Just think..." Janet panted, her face shining with sweat from their shared exertions, her whole body was covered in a slick sheen. "Soon enough, he's gonna be fucking that ass, baby. Remember that feeling?"

"Mmmmmm!" Mona mewled, shuddering at the thought while she kissed Janet lustily. Her clit was throbbing, dueling with the brunette's, even while she felt herself getting split wide by this cock she'd missed so much. Mike in her ass was the most amazing and outrageous feeling. He always made her scream. Thank God it was usually into Janet's mouth...

Then Mike pulled out and slid into Janet again, making her squeal. He fucked them both with progressively stronger strokes until they were shaking uncontrollably. Their gooey pussies were almost melted into one another, mouths locked, sticky tongues wrestling. And the three of them would share a long-overdue orgasm.

"He came in me last time," Janet mumbled through the kiss, her whole body shaking. "Let him cum in you and then we share..."

Mona nodded frantically and Mike took that cue to begin pumping strongly, feeling his own muscles tensing up. Seconds now, and he'd be filling her with his cum. Janet and Mona both shook violently and shrieked, kissing harder than ever to muffle the noise. Mike felt the torrent of pearly cum rushing up and out of his cock, flooding Mona's pussy, which squeezed and clenched around him fiendishly with her climax.

Once they were no longer trembling uncontrollably, Mike pushed himself up into a kneeling position, pulling out of Mona. He watched as her wet, bright inner pink pulled back with his shaft, as if it intended to turn her inside out in the process. Finally he was clear, and the two women got up and turned around, kneeling on all fours in front of him. They began kissing and sucking their mingled cum off his cock, while Janet reached under and clamped her open palm and fingers over Mona's pussy, not letting anything inside escape. She wanted her share.

They snaked their tongues around the shaft, sucking the last of the pearly offering out of him, sometimes pausing to kiss one another around the head, their tongues tangling playfully. They giggled and purred in pleasure, especially once he had his huge hands in their hair, caressing and tugging in just the way they loved.

Mike settled into a sitting position and watched now as Janet slumped onto her back, smiling expectantly at Mona. Mona's hand had replaced Janet's cupping her pussy while she got herself in position. Janet rolled up her legs now, holding her knees while Mona settled between them and straddled her pussy. She waited while Janet spread her thick netherlips wide and then she did the same with her own fingers.

The black woman nestled down finally, both of them sighing as they pussies kissed again. Mona squeezed and flexed her core muscles while reaching inside herself with two fingers from her free hand. She began scooping out Mike's cum, both of them watching as the pearly goo dribbled down into Janet's waiting hole, held wide by her fingers. They'd shared him this way countless times, a part of the tradition that they all loved. They'd even both done it with Princess before, but between the two of them, it felt very special. A deep and intimate bond.

The exchange completed, Mona settled onto the mattress and pulled Janet up into a sitting position. They wrapped their limbs around one another and kissed deeply for some time, just lost in the feel of one another before disengaging and turning their attention back to the titan man who sat nearby. They pushed him down onto the bed, snuggling into either side of him, giggling and stroking his muscles before simply holding hands across his massive chest.

"You're a naughty man," Mona chided with a smirk, looking up at him. "Fucking two women while your wife is out of the house."

"Good thing she doesn't know any lawyers with morals," Janet quipped, and then she and Mona both broke into snickering and giggles. Mike smiled and put his arms around them both. It felt good to be back with these two lunatics. He could see the camera was still pointed at them, but he doubted Alli was watching.

Freja and Jeanie, on the other hand...

***

The condo downtown...

"Holy fucking-fuckshit, that was hot," Jeanie breathed, slumping back now, naked and covered in sweat from the orgasm she'd just shared with her wife, who looked flushed and equally sated. The computer screen showed Mike, Janet, and Mona all lying in bed together, basking in the afterglow of their shared climax before getting up to go take a shower. "Lexi doesn't know what she's missing."