Mike & Karen Ch. 32

"G'head, sexy," Jeanie whispered in her ear, the brunette's lush body pressed into her side while massaging her clit. "Cum hard, we've got you..."

Freja was nibbling Heather's other ear while she kept sliding her finger in and out of Heather's ass. Apparently these three often played Anal Roulette with Alex, and she had to admit, she was eager to try it with them. She couldn't recall feeling this much pleasure before, getting fucked every which way by so many sexy people...

She juddered above him and shrieked, thankful that Jeanie was ready and kiss her and muffle the noise. Her pussy clamped hard, but she kept bucking and bouncing up and down, her mind exploding in colours as the orgasm radiated out from her core and along every nerve in her body.

Holy fuck, why didn't everybody do this all the time?

She thought she felt herself swooning and then being held, hands caressing her, voices whispering to her gently. She could stay this way forever. Alex had made her cum hard before, when they were together, but the group dynamic was... she understood why they were addicted to it. 'Addickted', as Lexi was known to quip.

Nanu had replaced Heather hastily, determined to feel the god deep inside her. She'd felt his father before, and now she wanted him. Without hesitation, she sank down on his tool, letting out a ragged gasp as he split her wide. She was the tiniest of the five girls, and it felt like she'd spiked herself on an obelisk- a smooth, throbbing, yet rock-hard obelisk.

"Hey now," Freja protested, frowning at the little Egyptian girl. "You ams cutting the line."

Nanu spoke no En-gush, but she was fairly certain she knew what the girl with no tits was saying. She smirked at Freja and cupped her tits, jiggling them for a moment to indicate her right to go first as the girl with actual tits, and then went back to riding Alex.

"Don't sweat it, Fre," Jeanie whispered, kissing her wife's cheek. "You'n me get to ride that dick almost as much as Lexi does. It's okay to let someone else have a turn at the wheel."

"Seniority is counting for nothing these days?" the Danish girl grumbled, refusing to be mollified.

"You can cum in her, Alex," Alexa whispered as she cuddled into his side now, having orgasmed deliciously hard on his mouth. "Becky says she's got Nanu on birth control. You'll make her day if you do it."

Alex, who was in something of a delirium himself at this point, was in no position to resist his aunt-wife's suggestion. He simply nodded while she kissed him, shivering in delight as she tasted herself on his lips. Alexa loved the taste of her own cum, and had since she'd discovered the joys of pleasuring herself all those years ago.

Nanu was bouncing wildly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The young god's hands were on her tits, fondling and squeezing them, and it was sending her over the edge. She was sweating and shuddering, knowing she was so very close. The goddess looked up at her, those sea-blue eyes glinting with lust and excitement.

"He's going to cum in you, Nanu," she whispered in Latin, smiling wickedly. "Go ahead and let go."

That did it for Nanu, who juddered like she was having a seizure as she squealed, the orgasm splintering through her body. She almost passed out as she felt the young god's molten cum pumping inside her, that divine prick still throbbing as it inundated her cunt with his precious seed.

Alex was barely moving at this point, lying in a daze. Nanu flopped down on top of him, breathing heavily. Alexa was still snuggled into his left side, while Heather was brought up to cuddle into his right. Jeanie spooned behind Heather, nuzzling and kissing her neck, while a somewhat disgruntled Freja nestled in behind Alexa.

"Oh, don't sweat it, you greedy bitch," Alexa whispered in Danish to her beloved friend, turning her head to smile at her. "You've stolen plenty of orgasms from people, after all. Let Nanu have this one."

"Yeah, but did the little brat have to add insult to injury by jiggling her tits at me?" Freja grumbled. "Not like I can help it, right?"

"Just give it time, slut," Alexa suggested, reaching back to caress Freja's tight butt. What Fre lacked in tits, she made up for with an amazing, muscular ass. "She'll come around to loving you one way or another. Everyone does."

Freja's eyes darkened. She already knew she was giving the little jerk one more day, or it was on.

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Blackwell Manor, Tuesday night, the present...

It was a rather busy affair with all the people now at the table. Mike and Karen were delighted to see Heather again, since they'd always liked her, even if Alli was their son's future. With Becky, Nanu, and Heather in the mix, fifteen people were at dinner now, which had been moved to the formal dining room. Theresa knew by now to have extra ready.

The only person missing was Percy, who had been banished to his room, because he'd had a rather egregious tantrum at the Kerkyon daycare. Thankfully, nobody was injured in the Nivea explosion. Andrea had volunteered to watch the little brat eat his dinner in his room and then make sure he stayed. With any luck, video games would hold his attention until bedtime.

"Maybe we should have let Alexandra do the babysitting," Freja quipped, smirking at her bestie and soulmate. "After all, she ams such an expert at it."

"Fre..." Alexa said in a warning tone, one her soulmate and bestie cheerfully ignored.

"She nearly smothered one of her babysitting charges to death accidentifully," the Danish girl continued. "The little girl, she would not stop crying, and Alexandra was trying to get her to stop. But she had recently developed her boobs, and they were largesome. She was trying to cuddle the girl, but they were in the way..."

Heather, Jenny, and Val were already beginning to snicker, while her aunts were smirking. Given how big Alexa's tits were, as big as her older sister's, the arc of this anecdote was rather predictable.

Alexa just kept eating her boar, occasionally giving Freja a sour look.

"She claims that she just wore the girl out, but the rest of us are all agreeing that she simply went the lethargic because of lack of oxygen. She never cried around Alexandra again."

Most people at the table were laughing now, with Alexa playing her part and looking put upon.

"We weren't there for it, of course, but Miranda told us that Kar sometimes had some spatial awareness difficulties when she began growing," Mona mentioned as she swabbed her sourdough bread around in the amazing wine sauce the boar had been in. "She only ever knocked over a priceless antique once, but she was so horrified that she trained herself to walk a certain way so that there was no more property damage as she walked by."

People were laughing heartily now, and Karen was shaking her head. "I began wearing rigged bras that kept my seismic activities and motions to a minimum. It was like wearing some cyberpunk battle harness."

"The best part was watching videos of her try and turn when she was in that getup," Janet quipped. "She'd be walking pr running, and if she wanted to turn, her head and her lower body might, but her torso and boobs just kept going forward."

"I'm pretty sure nobody's ever had to apply the dance principle of pop' n' lock to walking before," Mona almost cackled. "There're times I'm thankful I'm not blessed like a Blackwell girl."

"And lots of people are pleased to feel like they are," Becky mused, watching subtly as Nanu kept her chest thrust forward while plowing through her food, making sure Freja could see it, since she was sitting directly across from the Egyptian girl. Freja was doing her best not to notice.

"You've done a good job, Rebecca, teaching your guest western table manners," Mike observed, careful to not use the Egyptian girl's name so that she didn't realize her was referencing her. Nanu was by no means perfect, certainly not ready for a formal luncheon or dinner with the queen, but she would likely make it through the dinner at the housewarming.

Becky nodded. "I told her that she needed to know them if she intended to eat here again. All of a sudden, it was her priority to have perfect table manners. It'll save me a ton of embarrassment."

"It's a joy to know that simple macarism is your motivation in these manners," Karen said dryly, making Millie snicker.

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West wing master suite after dinner...

"Nice to have you to myself for a bit," Alex said as he held his wife to him, the pair lying naked in bed. It was amazing how often they got dressed and then undressed again for the chance to be naked together. They had at least one more little social event to see to tonight, the nightcap. There was no way Mona, Janet, and Lisa were letting Alex miss that now that she was back.

Alexa was happily twined up in his arms, snuggling into his chest and almost purring. No one would know they'd been making love some two hours before. "Thought it might be a whole week before my aunts let me see you again. Not that I blame them."

"Well, as beyond wonderful as being with them is, Alex, never doubt this is my happy spot," she sighed contentedly while he stroked her long, golden hair. She reveled in his touch. "I'd rather be here than anywhere, no lie."

"Glad to hear it, since I feel samesome, to quote Fre," he replied, making her giggle and give his chest a kiss and a nip. "Can you believe we've got the rest of the week off? We're doin' pretty good in our classes if our profs didn't object at all."

Alexa smirked. "Not like they were about to cross Kar and Mike about it in any event," she pointed out. "Probs the only annoying part for them is the fact that now they'll need to try and get other students to pick up the slack on answering questions. Marser won't be happy about me missing half a week because of that. The students in the Russian course are pretty quiet."

She rolled onto her side and stretched gloriously. They hadn't had long enough to make love, and getting interrupted was pretty common at this point, but snuggling and whispering to each other was good enough for now. They were due for the nightcap in the Dunsany Lounge with everyone else, before they started the concerted effort of prepping for the housewarming.

And after that, the long road to their own marriage, legalized and sacrosanct.

She couldn't wait.

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A room on the second floor...

"Well there you have it, lovies," Millie cooed into the microphone as she sat at a desk with a desktop. Even though she was using less equipment that normal, it felt much more modern. She watched the speech wave bar on the display screen match her voice. It was rather fascinating. The microphone could be modulated to make her sound however she pleased. "The baronetess is back, and she's got the music to soothe your soul..."

Better still, Ari had managed to hook up with her old rig back in the tiny radio studio in Leysdown and pulled her entire music collection and playlist for her. How on earth had he done that? Now she could broadcast nightly, without worry!

She took a sip of her wine before placing the crystal glass back on the desk and smiling. "I'm coming to you live from the colonies, from the house of some old friends, who are putting myself and my sister Lady Greymoor up for a month or so. A little more posh than Shellness, but I'm surviving somehow."

She would run a few songs, then hit an hour-long playlist while she joined everyone in Dunsany for the nightcap. With Sheppey five hours ahead of Toronto, it was already past midnight there. She had time to have some fun, but it felt good to be doing this again. It wasn't much of a job, but she enjoyed it.

Millie wondered what it would be like to do these gigs from a little cottage in Mousehole in the West Country.

"This next song goes out to one of my regulars, Marlena, and we all know it's her favourite tune," she said with a smile. "Tom's waiting for you, hon, and it'll be the springtime of your loving all over."

She hit the Play button and muted the mic, settling back in her chair and sighing before taking another sip. It was a Jura region wine she hadn't tried yet, and she was quite enjoying it. The Blackwell cellar had an incredibly extensive collection, it seemed. She would never admit it to Jen, but she could get used to this.

They'd even graciously overlooked the fact that she'd brought her little grot of a great-nephew with her.

Karen was soon to be officially recognized as matriarch of one of the oldest families in the empire, a family that went back to Saxon roots and was listed as extensive landowners in the Domesday Book. She was utterly brilliant, regal and hauntingly beautiful. She'd intimidated Millie as a child with her imperious and aloof demeanour. But now, she'd accepted Millie as a dear friend, and even family, after a fashion.

Michael, Karen's titan husband, was every bit her equal. His size was matched only by his intellect, and his infectious good nature. His grin made Millie want to laugh joyously. He looked like a god of thunder, but he was a model gentleman. Millie couldn't imagine Karen being married to anyone else, even her own sister, who had once loved Karen so much, and been loved by her.

Then there was Alexa, Karen's younger sister, as gorgeous as her elder sibling, but like a dancing spirit of joy, with unbelievably long, golden hair and radiant sapphire eyes. The younger Blackwell girl was truly brilliant as well, her life in Europe giving her a free and easy bohemian nature. Alli was impossible to not like, and one couldn't help being spellbound by her.

Alex, son of Michael and Karen, soon to be husband of Alexa, the woman he was named after. He shared his father's good nature, with a laugh that brightened your soul. He was handsome and strong, without being overwhelming like his father. Despite the fact that she'd been here only mere days, Millie found herself quite addicted to his presence. And he was one of the myriad reasons that she was happy she'd agreed to stay for the next month.

So many others whom she enjoyed readily- the steadfast Jordan, who had hardly changed since she'd last seen him over thirty-five years ago. Freja and Jeanie, who were absolute lunatics and kept everyone on their toes. Valentina, personal servant to Mike and Karen, with her bubbly and cheerful personality. Gruff old Dave, with his no-nonsense attitude and quiet poise, even when Jen was trying to get him killed.

Ari, Tatyana, Theresa, Glenda... she felt comfortable around them, because they may have respected her title, but they weren't fawning all over her. They played cards with her and treated her like one of their own. It felt good, and it felt normal.

Good Lord, would she want to go home?

The Rain Song was over before she was finished with her reverie, and she finished her sip of wine and spoke into the mic again.

"You know, friends, life takes us strange places and we meet wonderful new people. I'm going to try and remember something a new friend said to me recently, and I think it's something we can all try to live by. Ponder it as we go into our playlist. The first song is dedicated to my other new friend Alli."

She smiled as she thought of what Mike had said to her. "The trouble with doing things right the first time is that nobody appreciates how hard it might have been."

She lowered the volume on 'Disco Inferno' as she pushed back from her chair and went to join the others in the Dunsany.

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

Author's Notes: Rest in peace, Pee Wee. Hope you enjoy that big adventure in the sky!

A somewhat short chapter for the Alexaverse of late, but I doubt people are complaining. This chapter, and 33, are drawing together a lot of elements that set up plots for the future, and I hope they don't feel disjointed. There's just a lot of ground to cover as we approached the housewarmings and beyond.

The 'Scoobidoobium' thing really happened. That was my submission. And yes, I got a polite letter back telling me to get lost. Denied my eternal glory in science history. Where's the justice?

It really does feel like Karen is related to everyone important, doesn't it?

For the record, Pufnstuf is a dragon.

Rock'n'Roller, of course, is by the Bay City Rollers. Great song.

I considered adding in the translation for Miyarabi's Prayer as well, but frankly, it would've just looked funny, and you can get off your lazy butts and go look online. It's easy enough to find. Wanna know what it sounds like? Go to the Tube of You and put in 'Miyarabi's Prayer'. Couldn't be easier.

What's going on with Baron Trinci and Karen? And who the heck is Nadia Gillman? Guess you'll just need to tune in to find out...

Anyone wanna take bets on how long it takes Nanu to get her ass kicked by Freja?

Anyhoo, I'd better get back to work on chapter 33. Still a lot of ground to cover.

Keep your stick on the ice!

- Management

The Dunsany Lounge, a welcome nightcap for all...

It was rather a larger gathering than normal, but the Dunsany Lounge could accommodate, since it was the largest lounge in the entire Manor, and the most splendid in many ways. Valentina stood nearby, assisting Mike with making drinks for people and doling them out.

One large chesterfield was where Mona, Janet, and Lisa were sitting, with Alexa nestled between them all, as if they weren't willing to let her be apart from them in case she disappeared into thin air. Alex sat on another chesterfield with Freja, Jeanie, and Heather. Everyone was glad that Heather seemed to be adjusting well to this dynamic; she seemed more at ease now.

Jenny and Millie sat on a third chesterfield, along with Becky and Nanu. The little Egyptian girl was drinking some of the Falernian wine she and Re-be-kah had brought back. She had almost never been allowed good wine as a slave, always stuck with dregs called 'posca' or 'lora'.

Jordan had his own comfortable chair, while Karen was waiting for her husband to return in the loveseat they habitually used. She was examining her absinthe drink, noting that Miss Prospero was getting better every time she made it for her. The girl was a treasure, certainly.

She'd heard from her little sister about the romp in their bedroom with Freja, Jeanie, Heather, and Nanu just a few hours before, and she couldn't wait to pull that on Michael with Mona, Janet, Becky, Jenny, and Miss Prospero.

She looked forward to more evenings like this with everyone she loved around her, laughing and talking about their lives together and all the crazy things they had done. Hopefully this little gathering didn't turn into a disco party, though.

"I have this one cousin who was complaining about his assignment in Whitehall," Jenny mentioned casually as she sipped her White Lady. "He recently became a department head, coordinating between intelligence agencies, which is no doubt much more boring than it sounds. But everyone around him has acronyms for their jobs, and he's been moaning at our family get-togethers about not having a nifty little acronym of his own to describe what he does."

Alex considered while looking at his Tranya. "How about... Supreme Head of Intelligence Targeting?"

"Alex, I am fairly certain that your aunt Jen's cousin does not want to be known as the S.H.I.T. of Whitehall," Karen chided while Jenny put down her drink as she began giggling uncontrollably and everyone else rolled their eyes or shook their heads.

Thankfully, Michael got all the blame for their son's sense of humour.

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