Mike & Karen Ch. 33

Mona nodded and they clambered onto the bed together, kneeling close. Mike sighed inwardly, reminding himself to tell Miss Prospero and Trilby that they'd need to change the sheets and tidy up in the Riel Suite before Baroness Belasyse arrived to use it.

The girls put their arms around one another, leaning in and starting to kiss again. They were close enough that their breasts pressed together while they got going. Before long, their sank onto their sides on the huge, plush mattress, arms and legs entwining.

As long as they kept their tongues out of it, they could probably manage this part. He'd seen them go five whole minutes like this before without them breaking down laughing. Hands wandered and fondled just about everywhere except between each other's legs.

Mike knew better than to not allow himself to get turned on; the girls would be watching, and there'd be Hell to pay if he didn't get an erection. Well, easy enough. He'd always found them very sexy, hadn't he?

Mona indeed opened one eye and cast a subtle glance in his direction, making sure that their audience was getting aroused.

"Mmmp, make him stand closer," Janet mumbled through the wet kiss. "He needs to be closer so he can see us fuck..."

Mona spared a hand for a moment to use a finger to beckon him closer. Mike moved up to the bed, towering over them now, and that seemed to get the girls' motor running even more. The kissing and fondling went up a notch, and they held each other tighter.

Mike watched as Janet slid her hand slowly under Mona's ass and traced a finger along her pussy.

The black girl shivered and moaned, one of her hands reaching back off the bed and making an almost frantic grabbing motion.

Mike maneuvered into position so that her hand found his cock, and she began stroking it, sighing in relief while Janet tried teasing her pussy. She felt his cock thickening and swelling in her hand, and it sent a warm, wet pulse through her body.

Yep, there go the tongues again, he mused as he watched them get into the kiss. He could see their tongues rolling around between their mouths now. They'd reached this point before, and it just remained to be seen if they got farther.

She pulled him even closer by the dick, and now Janet's hand reached out and replaced Mona's, while Mona reached between Janet's legs and tried stroking. The brunette moaned into her friend's mouth and squirmed her hips. Mike could see that Mona was just caressing along the slick netherlips, she hadn't pushed a finger inside. Seemingly it wasn't time yet.

He watched as their mouths opened and he could hear their sticky tongues tangling and rolling around. Not bad, ladies, not often you make it to that level with me directly in the mix.

Mona whispered something in Janet's ear now and Janet nodded readily. She let go of Mike's hardened member and he watched as they now lay on their sides, facing into one another, but also in opposite directions. They snuggled in as close as they could, their pussies in each other's faces.

Well, been a while since they'd gone this road, he mused as they gently took hold of one another. They each cocked their upper knee, allowing access and exposing themselves to each other. Nothing new there, of course, they were also playing silly games and spreading their pussies wide.

It began with tentative, uncertain kisses around each other's mound and on the lips. Both girls trembled as they tried to explore.

Nope, not today, Mike concluded as he watched them. Any second now, they'd need him if they intended to go any further. But he'd let them press on as best they could. Nice try, though, ladies...

They were still kissing each other's womanhood gently as they both stretched out a hand, Janet reaching behind herself, both making grabbing motions. Mike shook his head and took both their hands, guiding them to his erection. They moaned into each other's pussies in seeming relief as the welcome hardness contacted their grip.

Seconds later, they broke the sixty-nine and moved around to kneel on the edge of the bed, Janet pressed in next to her. They leaned forward, kissing and slithering their tongues around his cock together, moaning in pleasure. They each kept a hand ready to use on him, but also reached behind each other to fondle one another's ass.

Mona pushed her mouth over the engorged head of his cock and pushed down as far as she could, slowly, moaning and enjoying herself. She bobbed back and forth for some seconds before pulling back and then letting Janet have a go. Janet hummed around his shaft, a trick she'd picked up from Karen over thirty years ago. Mona was kissing her friend's cheek and nibbling her ear, making Janet giggle and squirm.

Then they were both kissing and licking his cock at the same time, their lips meeting to kiss around the head, or their tongues tangling. This was tradition, certainly. They had no problems getting this done. He felt Janet shudder and knew Mona was teasing her knot with a finger. They kissed harder around his erection now, getting into it.

Mike put a hand on the back of both their heads and held them in place while they alternated between kissing one another and sucking on his cock. They had him good and hard now, and he had forgotten all about the papers he'd been concentrating on. He didn't blame himself, since he came into the room willingly, knowing what was likely to happen. Luckily, Janet was right and he was way ahead of schedule.

They changed positions now, with Mona lying down on her back, her head just off the bed, and Janet settling down on top of her. Their tits squashed together, and Mona hooked her legs behind Janet's to keep them pinned together. Mike was now standing over them, his erect member hovering in their faces. They took turns kissing it before they locked lips, kissing one another lovingly.

Mike watched as the kiss broke and Mona took him in her mouth. Upside down, she bobbed back and forth a little, before releasing him and letting Janet have a go. They slid their tongues up and down his shaft, tangling the tips around him before going back to sucking willfully. Mike noticed that Mona's hands had gripped Janet's ass cheeks, and the brunette was grinding herself against her friend while they panted and moaned.

It was time, finally, and Mike got on the bed while the girls eagerly shifted around. Now Janet was on the bottom and Mona lying on top of her, their legs spread wide, pussies mushed together. They both looked back at him, almost panting in anticipation. He knelt up between their legs, making a point of seeming indecisive about which target he'd hit first. He had four choices, after all.

"Put it in here first, big man," Janet rasped, squirming her gooey pussy around beneath Mona. "Get it in me, this slut up top can wait."

"No she can't," Mona panted, wiggling her ass at him. "That whore down below can wait her turn, get the sloppy seconds she deserves..."

"Ignore her, I need to feeeeegnyaaaaaaahhhhhh..." Janet wailed as Mike pushed his cock deep inside her pussy. She pulled Mona's face down and kissed her greedily, her tongue plunging into the black woman's mouth. Mona kissed back, grinding down on Janet while Mike slid back and forth inside her.

The women kissed one another hungrily, with Mona groaning into Janet's mouth as Mike pulled out of her friend and slid into her. She pushed down onto Janet, then rutted back against Mike, feeling him stretch her insides. Over thirty years, and she still couldn't get enough. They groped and squeezed one another's tits while Mike alternated fucking them both.

Both women screeched into each other's mouths as he made them cum, their clits throbbing as they brushed wetly across one another. He was inside Janet when she could feel him thumping against her harder, and recognized his characteristic growl building. The strength of his fucking kept ramping.

"He gonna cum in you, babe?" Mona breathed, pushing Janet's damp brown hair away from her face, her own creamy brown skin slick with sweat. Janet nodded hastily and Mona kissed her, biting her lower lip and tugging back slightly, making her beloved friend shudder and whimper. Then she whispered in Mona's ear, and she seemed excited.

"Back up, Michael," Mona panted, looking over her shoulder at him. "We're gonna kneel and you're getting' it on our faces!"

Mike nodded and pulled out of Janet, making her groan and shudder as he left her. The two girls pushed themselves up and hastily got into a kneeling position in front of him while he stroked his cock, waiting and keeping himself primed. They had their faces right in front of his manhood, holding one another's hand, and looking up at him eagerly.

"Do it," Janet panted, her brown eyes flashing with excitement. "I can't wait to lick it off Bresc's face. Been too long."

Mona nodded as well. Mike let go of his member and let the girls take over, taking turns pumping him, feeling him swell and throb in their hands.

Mike growled and they both leaned in, holding his cock in place while he pushed through Mona's fist, the white cum erupting from him and plastering their faces. They both shivered and moaned in delight, his semen shining on their skin and dripping down.

They waited until he'd finished and then turned to embrace one another, bodies squashing together as they kissed deeply. Mona began licking Mike's cum off Janet's face, taking her time and enjoying the taste. Her tongue tangled with Janet's for several seconds before the brunette returned the favour, lovingly lapping the glistening essence from Mona's lovely face.

They continued kissing, sighing into one another's mouths, also taking moments to turn their heads and suck on Mike's cock, making sure he was clean. Janet giggled as she pulled her mouth off his shaft.

"I can taste you all over him, you slut," she whispered, kissing the tip of Mona's nose.

"Oh, like I couldn't taste you all over him?" Mona countered, touching the tip of her tongue to Janet's chin and taking a long, slow lick up the middle of her face to her forehead. "Y'think I like the taste of your cunt all over my meal?"

"Maybe we taste pretty good together," Janet suggested, squirming her boobs into her friend's. "And he's a pretty decent vector for findin' out, isn't he?"

"Haven't done better for one yet," Mona purred, leaning in to slide her mouth down Mike's shaft before kissing Janet again. They slid their tongues all over one another's faces before resting their foreheads together, giggling.

"We failed again," Janet whispered, her lips against Mona's while she spoke. "We may never get this right, we're just not gay enough."

"Maybe, but I'm no quitter," her almost-lover whispered. "'sides, it's all his fault anyway, right?"

"Yup," Janet agreed, nodding a little. "If he didn't make me all horny..."

"If memory serves, you two've tried making out when I wasn't around and Gordon was," Mike pointed out, towering over them, his massive hands on the backs of their heads.

"Yeah, but we can't blame her, and your gender happens to be happy to get all the blame," Mona quipped, and they both giggled like little girls telling a naughty joke. "And it's not like you get nothing out of it for your troubles, right?"

"On that point we agree," he confirmed, pushing their faces in gently and making them kiss around the still-swollen head of his cock.

Seconds later, Mike's phone pinged, the individualized tone indicating it was a message form his wife. While Mona and Janet made out around his manhood, he picked up his phone and opened the message. He stared at it for a moment before chuckling. His companions looked up at him now, curious.

He turned the screen around to show them. The picture showed Karen in the driver's seat of her Urus, somewhat squished back into the seat, because Jenny was stretched out across, her top half apparently leaning out the driver's window to order at a fast food establishment. This meant her pert derrière, clad in her fashionably tight jeans, was next to Karen's face.

'She wants to order...' read the caption, the tone matching the rather despairing look on his wife's face while she took the picture.

Janet and Mona burst out laughing, making Mike promise to forward that pic to them.

***

On the second floor, the Currie room...

"And look," Trinian said, pointing at the computer screen while she sat in Alexa's lap, the older girl hoping this didn't take forever. "This is St. Edmund's, my school back home. That's my class posing for a picture out front. Can you find me?"

Not wanting to but knowing she needed to, Alexa restrained a sigh and pointed at Trinian in the picture. "There you are. Hard to miss the prettiest girl in the Bruce Peninsula."

This was Alexa's opinion because Trinian had already confirmed for her that she was indeed the prettiest girl in the Bruce Peninsula.

"Thanks!" Trinian said, beaming proudly, feeling validated by the sentiment from her blonde goddess. She pointed at a girl she was standing next to. "That's my friend Lily. Her real name's Elizabeth, but we all call her Lily."

"Like my name is Alexandra but I'm called Alexa."

"No," Trinian said, shaking her head emphatically. "You should be Alexandra all the time, you're too beautiful to just be Alexa. We call her Lily because it is a better name for her than Elizabeth. But it's not about her being pretty."

"Does anybody call you 'Trini'?" Alexa asked, trying not to smirk.

The little girl's face soured. "I punched a boy in the nose when he called me that. I don't like it."

Yup, definitely a Blackwell.

They kept scrolling through Trinian's favourite pictures of her hometown, but she also changed the subject away from potential nicknames she didn't like. "So my mom says your sister is becoming the head of our family and we've all come to celebrate that?"

"That's right," Alexa confirmed with a nod.

"What does that make you?" Trinian asked.

"Well, nothing different than I am now, really," Alexa guessed. "Do you think I should be something different once Kar is officially head of our family?"

The younger girl nodded. "You're both so pretty. You should share the job."

"Yeah, pass," Alexa sighed, shaking her head. "I don't want the job. Kar can have it. I just wanna be me."

Trinian considered and nodded. "That's more than good enough. I wouldn't want to be something if I had to not be me to do it."

The virtual tour of Tobermory finally ended, so Alexa took Trinian out of the room, sighing since the girl was holding her hand like they were grafted to one another. Given how much they looked alike, people could easily joke that Alexa was sprouting a younger pod of herself and just waiting for it detach now.

How on earth was she going to have any fun this week with Trinian in tow?

They were walking down the second-floor hallway when they encountered Millie, strolling along with Percy. She had her hand clamped over his to prevent an escape, no doubt the way Trinian was holding on to Alexa. Millie smiled pleasantly at them both, while the normally scowling Percy was staring dumbly at the little blonde girl.

"What ho, ladies?" Millie intoned. "I don't believe I've met the young lady yet. You must be Trinian, I've met your mother now over in Dunsany. My name is Millie."

Trinian nodded politely. "You're not a Blackwell, are you? You don't look like us."

Millie smirked. "No, lovey, I'm a Penrose, we're not related. And this is my great-nephew, Percy, the future Lord Ravensworth."

Trinian's eyes flicked over at Percy for a moment, assessing him. He swallowed, loudly, and tried to speak, his voice a squeaky rasp.

"I'm... I'm a earl..." he managed to say finally.

Trinian made a little 'huh' sound, crossed with a sniff, and then went back to looking at Millie. Percy seemed crestfallen at her indifference, but she took no notice of it. "Alexandra says you and your sister are like royalty over in England?"

"Alexandra said that, did she?" Millie almost giggled, looking at Alexa now and winking. Alexa did her best not to scowl at the ground. "No, my dear, we're nothing as fancy as royalty, no matter how Jen presents. She is a countess, and I am a baronetess."

"Alexandra's pretty enough to be a queen, isn't she?" Trinian suggested, looking up at her girlfriend now.

"Oh, without question," Millie said in a grand voice. "Serve her well, Trinian Blackwell, she deserves no less than total devotion."

"I know," Trinian said readily, nodding in confirmation. Alexa tried to restrain a groan. Millie kept smirking.

"Ah, well, the young lord and I must be off," the baronetess said now. "We have to prepare for the rest of the day. I bid you both adieu until later."

"It was nice to mee-" Percy began while Trinian said goodbye to Millie, ignoring him completely before pulling Alexa off down the hallway. Percy just stared after them, looking rather put out.

"She seems like a nice girl," Millie mused, watching them disappear onto the grand staircase. "She'll keep Alli busy, that is certain. Ah well, come now, Percy, let's get you changed."

"I can change myself, Tima," he groused, his ego still smarting.

"The last time you did, you had your shirt inside out and different socks on," she pointed out. "You looked like a prat, young man, and our hosts are too good to be exposed that barbarity. Now leg it."

She took him to the guest room they were staying in.

***

A lecture hall, April, 1987...

"You've all been brought to this special lecture because you're the brightest young minds that the Sciences department has to offer," Dean Marks announced from the front of the room. Approximately forty students were gathered and sitting around, watching. Mike had to admit that these were, quite possibly, the best students this semester, although he only readily counted a few as definite. Himself, Gordon, Ping, Indur, Gergo...

He was decidedly unhappy to see that schmuck Cummings in attendance.

"And because of our department's contributions to the sciences these past few months, we've been favourited with a special visitor from the States for the next few weeks," Marks said, looking rather proud. Mike thought it would've been easier to take him seriously if someone had put out a shorter podium for the dean. Marks was only barely five-and-a-half feet tall, while Mike was nearly seven. It gave people vertigo to look at them both standing next to one another.

Marks gestured off to the side grandly. "From Noddack Institute of Sciences, Senior Professor of Theoretical Physics, Peter Thorckmorton!"

Polite applause came from around the room as a slender, middle-aged man in a suit walked up onto the platform, smiling at the students and nodding from behind the podium. Mike had seen him when they all entered the room, wondering who this man was. Mike had never heard of him.

He turned his head and looked across the room to where Gordon was sitting. She looked back at him and shrugged her shoulders subtly. She'd never heard of this man either.

"Thank you for the welcome," the man began, placing his hands on the edges of the podium. "It is an exciting time to be in sciences, and many of you no doubt are hoping it is a calling you can live up to. The challenges that await us as we open new frontiers will certainly put you through your paces."

Mike saw Marks standing nearby and nodding his head, clearly agreeing with what his peer had just said.

"And there will be times when you think you have made giant leaps, or even just headway, only to find that something went wrong along the way, and it is time to start again," Throckmorton continued. Mike frowned, since he had a feeling he knew where this was going.

"But do not despair, since people who have been in the sciences longer than you have been alive all readily admit to setbacks, but we also know how to check on what's being raised as valid conclusions and can offer the necessary feedback to correct course," the man said. The smug look left Dean Marks' face, but he kept listening, perhaps somewhat warily.