Mike & Karen Ch. 08

She pulled her sticky pussy off his face and dismounted from him. With an almost balletic grace, Karen rolled on her back into the center of the bed with her head propped slightly on a pillow while Mike positioned himself over her on his hands, looking down into her unreal tawny-amber eyes. His blond hair fell around his shoulders and his electric blue eyes locked with hers.

Karen gazed up at him, lost in wonder, as she always was when this thunder god she called her husband looked into her eyes, holding her spellbound. It had always been that way, and she never wanted it to change. She felt the deep bliss of surrendering to his power, the way he took her and made her his own, every time they made love. Her legs were parted and she felt the giant knob of his cock-head pressing against her entrance.

She nodded almost imperceptibly.

"My love," he said in a deep but soft voice. "As you are mine, so am I yours. And with my body, I thee worship ..."

Karen shivered and sighed in untold pleasure as he penetrated her, sinking his manhood deep inside her body with one long, slow push, until he touched her back wall and she moaned in bliss. She placed her hands on his massive triceps and held them while she started to squeeze his cock inside her, with the vaginal contractions she was so expert at.

They moved together, slowly at first, a well-choreographed dance that they'd created for one another. Everything about the way he moved inside her now was meant to pleasure Karen, and Karen alone, because he knew how she responded to every single thing he did, and where inside to touch her at any moment. It was a routine crafted for her alone, and he never tired of it. There were a hundred variations of it, and he knew them all, because nothing mattered more to him than her eternal ecstasy.

Karen undulated her hips in slow, gentle circles, matching Michael's tempo as he pushed back and forth inside her, his mighty cock pushing through her walls and throbbing divinely. She could feel it through her whole body. She looked down, shivering at the sight of the massive tool moving under her skin. It never ceased to enthrall her. Her fingers gripped his arms a little tighter now, helping steady her against the immense power of his body.

"I love you ..." she said in a voice that was little more than a whisper, but it reached every fibre of his being. He leaned down and kissed her, and she moaned and grappled onto him now, her arms wrapping around his shoulders while her legs snaked around his waist and pinned her to him.

He lowered himself down to the bed, his weight on top of her and she cried out as he sank deeper inside her, to the place where she thought she might burst. It was rapture, and she began squeezing and pumping against him lustily, her glorious breasts squirming against his massive chest muscles.

Mike's hips began a pistoning motion now, spearing him down inside her, and she grunted and bucked beneath him. Karen kissed at his shoulder feverishly and then bit at it, her hands wandering up and down his broad back, fingers flexing almost manically. Her ankles were still crossed around his slender waist, and she felt like she was holding on for dear life as he fucked her.

Karen was panting now, the sweat of their bodies making them both slippery, and she squirmed and wriggled against him, lost in the sensation. His cock continued to split her open, and the way it throbbed was almost a pounding sensation inside her now, as if taking over for her own heartbeat. She could only feel the throb of his cock, not her own pulse.

They kissed again feverishly, tongues tangling wetly. His forearms were beneath her and his hands were latched onto her shoulders, pulling her down so that he touched still deeper inside her with every thrust. Karen bucked her hips back against him wantonly, still matching every thrust with a squeeze of her wicked inner walls. His balls slapped against her ass, and she gritted her teeth as she felt her resistance eroding. She knew well enough that he was almost ready to cum too, and she squeezed herself harder around him, rewarded with a deep moan.

"Mmmmmm, cum in me, my love ..." was all she managed to say as she squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth, pushing her hips against his as hard as she could while he strained and pressed her down into the mattress ...

The sound Karen made passed from a loud sigh to an almost tortured wail, her entire body writhing and stretching as she came hard. She felt her frothy pussy glazing his crotch almost endlessly, her fingers straking his back. Untold pleasure blossomed through her from her core, reaching every nerve ending she had, setting it alight. Blackness and sprays of colours behind her eyes, all at once! How was that ever possible?

Mike growled and thrust down as he pumped his pearly cum deep inside her, to the place where he knew she'd be overflowing with his offering. He felt her pussy gripping him fiendishly, milking him greedily for everything he had, and he was more than happy to oblige. They kissed one another hungrily now, even as they churned and ground together with sensuous abandon, lost in a dance of cosmic rapture where there was only each other.

The desperate writhing and thrusting slowly abated, replace by a deep bliss and contentment that only two people truly in love can possibly share. Time had no meaning as they held themselves to one another, with Mike blanketing her protectively, and Karen giving him endless purpose and love. Her pussy massaged his still-hard cock and he throbbed inside her, binding them for eternity.

Her eyes slowly opened, and she smiled as their gazes met. A dainty hand gently cupped his cheek and caressed it, her tender devotion to him so obvious to any who ever witnessed it.

"Will there ever be a day, Gordon, where you stop taking me by the heart and enslaving me?" he asked, smiling lovingly.

"God, I hope not," she whispered back, shaking her head ever so slightly. "Because I do not see life without you, my love. Not a moment in my day is not devoted to your happiness. When I wake up, I am thinking of what I will do that day to make you the happiest man alive, and to let you know you're the most loved."

They kissed again, tender and loving. His weight on her did not bother Karen at all. He always held himself off her just slightly, enough to let her feel comforted by his immense size without crushing her. And their bed had been bought with this in mind. No, she never felt anything except bliss when he was on top of her.

"That's funny, because my waking thought is what I can do to make you, the most beautiful woman I know, fall in love with me all over again, just for the privilege of being next to you for another day," Mike replied, gently rubbing her nose against his.

She giggled and kissed his nose. "Have you noticed that those two do the Eskimo-kiss thing as well?" she asked. "It's like it's genetic."

"It could be, assuming they didn't just adopt it from seeing us," Mike mused.

"Well, I like my narrative better," Karen stated, nodding to prove her point. "Alli and I are alike in a lot of ways we haven't had the time to just glean from one another. I'm sticking with genetics."

It works for me ..." he said before he kissed her again. Their night was nowhere near over, after all.

***

The following Friday ...

Freja and Jeanie were sitting in the DeBourne living room, waiting patiently for their friends. They'd been invited to the jam session at this club and they were excited to see Alexa and Alex playing together, along with some other guys he knew and played with occasionally. Freja was wearing capris and a snug halter top, while Jeanie was poured into a blue minidress that showed off her upper thighs and gave her abundant cleavage. She was wearing her kinky, dark brown hair down, and it spilled over her shoulders, framing her pretty face.

Karen was the first to enter, wearing snug jeans and a spaghetti-strap top that revealed her toned midriff and showed off her large bust. She wore a short bolero jacket over the top and smart black heels on her feet. The two friends stood up and hugged her as she joined them.

"Alli shouldn't be long, she was just fussing with her makeup," Karen mentioned as she hugged them both and gave them each a loving and rather intimate kiss.

"Ja, that is sounding like her," Freja replied, taking Karen's hand in hers and kissing it. Both these girls were very devoted to the DeBournes, treating them almost reverently, especially Mike and Karen. "She is often like this when she is nervous."

"Hard to imagine my little sister being nervous," Karen mused, wondering if she should have left her alone. "Will she be okay?"

Freja nodded: "I am assuming that she already made herself cum, so she is as relaxed as she is going to be. We must just wait now."

Karen nodded and went to her favourite chair, while the girls resumed their place on the loveseat, pressed against each other and holding hands. The theory was that they could refrain from making out with one another long enough to get out the door and on their way to the jam session. That was the theory, anyway. Patience was a virtue, apparently.

"So she's actually nervous about doing this?" Karen queried, touching her chin with a finger and crossing her legs.

Freja shrugged. "I am thinking that it is not about the crowds, so much as playing in front of her family. She said Michael played a song last week and it blew her away, ja?"

Karen nodded. "'Cliffs of Dover,' it's one of his favourites for a guitar solo. She hasn't practiced here; she said she was doing that over at your condo?"

"Yeah," Jeanie answered. "But we tried not to be there, because she wanted to practice in private, in case she stunk up the joint or some such thing. We never heard more than a few odd notes before we left, and she stopped when she heard us get home."

"She could not have been so bad, because we have snotty neighbours who complain about noise," Freja added. "If she were to irritate them, we would have been hearing about it."

"I can't begin to imagine what noise you two harlots could possibly be making that neighbours would object to," Karen said blithely, making the two girls giggle. They knew Karen was teasing; she didn't care that they were sluts, she loved them just the way they were. "Have you ever been to a jam session, Jeanie?"

The brunette considered for a long moment, the only kind she had when it came to engaging her thoughts. "I ... maybe? Do accordion sessions in Mennonite country during preserves season count?"

"One would hope not," Karen sighed. "Well, let's just wait until you get there and see if anything triggers a flashback."

Jeanie nodded: "That's usually the easiest way for me."

Freja smiled and rolled her eyes before leaning in and kissing her wife's cheek. "I love you so much, yndling ..."

Seconds later, they were joined by Alexa, who was wearing tight, shredded jeans, a tight white T-shirt with a faded band logo, black leather boots that went up her shins, and her long, golden blonde hair in voluminous rock-girl curls. Her makeup was redder and darker than Karen was used to seeing on her little sister.

"So? How do I look?" she asked, turning around slowly and showing them the whole ensemble.

"Incredible, of course," Karen said readily, admiring how her sister pulled off the look so easily. "You'll dazzle them."

"D'you think Alex will like it?" the blonde asked somewhat nervously, pushing her hair away from her face.

Karen left her seat and stood in front of her younger sister, putting a finger gently under her chin and smiling into her sapphire eyes. "I know my son," she said softly. "He'll be more dazzled than anyone, I promise."

"Thank God," Alexa exhaled, seeming to relax with that assurance. "Like I'm not nervous enough."

"Speaking of, have you heard from Rick and Morty yet?" Karen asked. Alexa was about to respond when Jeanie gripped her stomach and fell over on her side on the love seat, apparently sent into convulsions of giggling, until tears were streaming down her face.

"Omigod ..." she rasped, unable to control herself. "Omigod, Rick and Morty ... that's so perfect ... oh God ..."

Freja, Karen and Alexa just watched the brown-haired girl, not sure what to make of her chortling meltdown. She showed no signs of stopping for almost a minute, before she sat up very suddenly, her hand clapped over her crotch, and her eyes wide.

"Ohgodohgod!!" she gasped as she surged up and ran out of the room. "Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!"

Alexa and Karen watched her exit in mild confusion while Freja sighed and clasped her hands in her lap. "She is having a weak bladder when she laughs too hard."

The sound of a door slamming was followed by a moan and loud peeing, and Freja shrugged. "You see?"

"I'm still trying to figure out why my older sister knows who Rick and Morty are." Alexa replied.

"Anyway, back to my question," Karen said dryly. "Have you heard from our husbands?"

Alexa fished her phone out of her purse and checked it, nodding. "Yep. They've met up with the other two guys and are heading with the instruments to the club. We can meet them there whenever."

Karen looked across the hall at the bathroom door Jeanie was still peeing rather loudly behind.

"Let's hope that's not too long ..." she muttered.

***

"Well now, I like what they've done with the place," Karen remarked as they walked through the clusters of tables that were arranged around the redesigned club. "It used to be little more than a dive, the only excuse for coming here actually being the amazing jam sessions. It's still got the right atmosphere, but it's a lot cleaner and more open now."

They spotted the boys sitting in a corner at a large, round table, big enough to accommodate them all. Karen had met the two young men before, acquaintances of Alex that he jammed with on occasion. Their names were Dave and Ted. They greeted the women genially, especially Alexa, who was to be playing with them tonight as lead guitarist. Ted would play rhythm, and Dave was drumming. Alex, of course, was on bass. Everyone else was the cheering section.

Alexa was a little flushed, once again nervous, and she sat between Freja and Karen while looking at the three men she'd be playing with, as if trying to get a feel for the dynamic she'd get from them. Karen watched her sister discreetly while she removed her bolero jacket; it was getting a little warm in here already.

The jam night was open to just about any type of "modern" music, although mostly jazz, blues, rock and pop were played. Alex had given everyone a playlist of songs, allowing Alexa to choose what she wanted to perform. Ted and Dave were already familiar with the songs Alex had given them and simply waited on Alexa's decision. She'd been practicing them all for a week, hoping she would be ready.

Up on the elevated stage, five guys were playing an Eighties glam-rock song and butchering it rather badly. Spirits inside the recently reopened club were high, however, and everyone was in a wonderfully forgiving mood. It reminded Jeanie of karaoke: you took the good with the bad, and you were courteous about it. Everyone applauded as the fivesome left the stage, although it might have been because they had finally stopped playing.

Alex, Mike and Karen ordered a few pitchers of imported beer, while Jeanie described a Rainbow Amigo to the waitress, followed by Freja conveying what the Hell was in a Lemonade Horror. Ted ordered rum and Coke while Dave got a cider. Alexa, conspicuously, ordered just a soft drink.

"I don't think you need to be so nervous, sweetheart," Karen said softly, running her finger gently through Alexa's hair. You'll be great, and people will still remember the ding-dongs who just got offstage in any event."

"I know," the blonde sighed. "It's silly, but I can't help it. My family and my best friends are here, I -"

She was interrupted as the emcee called for their party. Alexa flicked a nervous glance over at Karen, but the older sister just smiled and mouthed the words "Knock 'em dead!" The four musicians got up and headed to the stage, with lots of people looking intently at Alexa. Alex, Alexa and Ted each brought their instruments up onto the stage, while Dave would be using the house drums, and had already checked to make sure they would suit his needs.

Instruments were plugged in and tested quickly, with Alexa standing near the front of the stage, Alex and Dave behind her, and Ted in the rear. She felt a little better now, since she couldn't see Alex, and her family was sitting off to the side, not immediately in her field of vision if she kept looking forward. She smiled and nodded as she spoke into the microphone.

"Hi, folks, thanks for joining us," she said pleasantly. "The guys here are veterans, but this is my first time at this jam, so we thought we'd play -"

"Hey, honey, if you're gonna play Mini-Pops music at us, at least show us your tits while you do it so that we don't fall asleep, huh?" some obnoxious guy from a table near the front called to her, his friends all bursting out laughing.

There was silence from the rest of the club as Alexa stared down at the man who had insulted her. She felt Alex bristle with fury and begin to move forward, but she held up a staying hand to him, indicating he should do nothing. The room remained silent while she glared at the man and he looked back at her smugly folding his arms across his chest.

She turned on her heel and walked back to her bandmates, her eyes flashing angrily. She grabbed one of the scores and beckoned them all to join her. They gathered around, trying not to notice the way her chest was trembling in fury. She rifled through the sheets and showed them.

"This one," Alexa said tightly. "We're doing this one."

"Buuuuuut, we didn't practice that one ..." Ted mentioned uncertainly.

"Can you play it?" she asked him pointedly while adjusting her strings. He almost swallowed as he nodded.

"Good," she declared as she turned and marched back to the front of the stage. "Alex, you've got vocals. Let's do this."

The three boys looked at one another, shrugged and resumed their places, with Alex setting up a mic for himself. They all waited on Alexa's cue. Her expression was a hard one as she faced the audience.

"Change of plan, folks," she said tersely. "Buckle up ..."

Everyone watched quietly, waiting to see what the blonde girl would do. She played through a few notes while her bandmates joined in, wailing up and down the length of her strings. It became clear very quickly that the song was a metal one. Alex's bass thrummed through the floor of the stage, while Ted shrilled on the rhythm guitar. The drums kept up a rapid, murderous beat for everyone else to match.

Alexa's eyes never left those of the asshole who had insulted her.

"Ride!" Alex growled into his mic as he kept the beat and the song began in earnest. "Ride!"

The audience, her own friends and family included, watched in quiet disbelief, although there was a smirk on Karen's face.

"Thunder! Thunder!" Alex grunted, his bass low and loud in the background. "Thunderhorse!"

Up front, Alexa continued to glare at the heckler, her fingers and pick flying nimbly over the strings at great speed. However she might have made it sound about being moderately skilled on her little Ibanez back in Europe, the truth was rather different. Without music in front of her, and without looking at her instrument, her mastery was evident.

Near the speakers, Ted couldn't help but grin as he used his foot to adjust the volume on Alexa's guitar, making it louder. Now this was good shit.