Mike & Karen Ch. 09

"Now you can turn over ..." Alex said simply.

"Ah!" Alexa called out as she flipped herself onto her back, frantically writhing with need. Her legs squirmed against one another and her hands caressed her breasts. Alexa hissed as she looked at the ceiling, nearly beyond any control of herself.

"Hmmm, what to do now ..." Alex mused, smirking as he filmed her. "Didn't you say something about fucking your bedpost?"

"Please ..." she rasped. "Please, Alex, let me do that for you ..."

"Slowly ..." he told her. "I want everything."

Alexa sat up with effort, getting on her hands and knees before pushing herself to her feet. The bed in her old bedroom was a four-poster, with a stubby brass knob on each post. Alexa chose the easiest one for Alex to film her using and began by rubbing her pussy all over the round brass flange. She was so wet that in no time at all, it was slippery and ready to enter her.

Alexa was still flushed scarlet, her chest heaving as she stood on her bed, steadying herself. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths as she felt the slick metal pressing against her lips. She squirmed back and forth a little more, trying to calm her nerves but instead blushing redder by the second, knowing Alex was right in front of her, recording it all.

"I love you so much, Alex ..." she murmured as she began pressing down gently, squirming and feeling her pliant pussylips give before the knob, stretching them out with its girth. She clenched her teeth as she pressed down more, feeling it begin to force its way between her tight walls.

"Gnnnnnn!" she keened her eyes squeezed shut, fighting a flush embarrassment and terror. She pushed down and the knob pushed in, splitting her open like a melon, to the place where she was worried she'd hear a wet cracking sound. Her sweat-slicked body shook almost uncontrollably, but she continued on, remembering her promise to her husband.

A loud gasp escaped her throat as the thickest part of the bulge suddenly popped inside her and her eyes snapped wide - Alexa trembled as she stared at the far wall almost sightlessly, seeing only stars behind her sapphire blues. She felt stuck, pinned. Her knees were bent, and if she lost her footing, she was terrified that she'd plunge down and the post would punch out the top of her head.

No. Alex was here. He may have been filming, but he was here for her. He would never let that happen. This was fine. She was still safe. But oh God, the embarrassment! Her teeth gritted as she pushed farther down, flexing her knees more, feeling the brass ball sliding deeper inside her pussy.

"This is incredible, Alexa," Alex, still filming in fascination, whispered just loudly enough for her to hear. "I can see the knob of the post bulging beneath your skin."

"Gnuhhhh! Haaah!" she wailed, shaking, feeling like her body was being ripped apart, pulled in a thousand directions. The knob was so big in her pussy that she could feel it pulling her ass cheeks apart, stretching her puckered knot. Her bleary eyes were now leaking.

But then she felt a gentle hand on her cheek, and managed to focus, seeing Alex right in front of her, the camera off to the side while he smiled and caressed her face gently.

"I love you, y'know," he said gently. "And this is the most incredible thing. You've got this."

Then he leaned in and kissed her, and Alexa moaned and sobbed through the kiss, trembling now with raw emotion. She reached up and clasped his strong hand between hers, eternally thankful for him right at that moment.

He broke the kiss and smirked, going back to filming her. Alexa knew full well that the bravery imparted to her by that kiss was fleeting, so she made the most of it. Slowly she began to snake up and down on the slicked knob, using one set of fingers to pull her netherlips apart, exposing herself to the camera, letting it see how depraved her pussy looked, stuffed with the brass fitting.

"Ohhhhhh my Gooooooood ..." she moaned, feeling like she was being turned inside out. Her large breasts prevented her from seeing what it looked like below, but she at least could see herself in the large mirror of her dresser. Alex was right; her skin bulged obscenely wherever the knob was inside her. It was almost surreal to watch.

"Don't let me cum, Alex," she rasped, bobbing herself up and down rhythmically. "If I do, I'm done for and won't be able to continue."

Alex just nodded and kept filming.

Alexa's body felt positively molten, sweat streaming from her skin. She was so full that she could experience almost no other sensation, but she knew she was trembling, if not outright shaking. Breathing was hard, as if the knob were pushing up into her chest somehow. Everything felt like it was under pressure. Her hand massaged her clit feverishly.

Her back arched and she cried out as the knob touched her cervix, sending her almost into convulsions. One of Alex's hands reached out instantly on reflex, but then paused when she had steadied herself. He went back to filming her, while Alexa tried to adjust, seemingly able to do very little about the shaking of her limbs.

Holy shit, she thought, feeling something pattering on her breasts, something sticky. I'm drooling on myself...

Alex kept filming.

Alexa was moving up and down steadily now. It wasn't correct to say that she was adjusting to the feel of the knob inside her, but she was enduring it. She felt like she was wheezing, but the enormous stretch was accompanied now by an excruciating pleasure. It wouldn't take many more thrusts on this thing to make her cum so hard she just might pass out.

"Gnnnn, help me off ..." she managed to say. Still recording, Alex held out an arm, which his aunt took hold of. Bracing herself, she lifted up slowly, aware of Alex shifting the focus of the camera back to her pussy. Her inner lips pulled away wetly, dragging along the brass. The fixture popped out of her and she yelped loudly and collapsed on the bed face down, shaking like a leaf in the wind.

Alex still kept filming, making sure he spent time focused between her legs, where her pussy was gaping wide, but slowly closing in on itself. Alexa was still trembling, and he resisted every urge he felt to go assist her. She was strong, and she'd ask for help when she needed it.

"Gotta pee," she murmured. "C'mon ..."

She slowly pushed herself off the bed and used the furniture to walk unsteadily toward the bathroom across the hall. She sighed as she plunked down on the porcelain seat, her head hanging forward. Seconds later, she raised it and looked up at her husband wearily before spreading her legs.

"Well, get in here," Alexa said. "Show's not over yet."

Alex nodded and knelt, focusing the high-resolution camera between her legs. Alexa used her fingers again to spread her sticky lips and shuddered as she began to pee. It sounded like Niagara Falls to her and felt like a roaring rush out of her body. She blushed furiously from head to toe.

"Dunno why this is so hard," she said quietly, shaking her head. "Not like I haven't peed for Fre or lots of other people before."

"Must be because it's me and you feel differently about me than any of them," Alex posited, still behind his camera. "You're in love with me like you never have been before, and all this takes more effort. It's not casual. It's real."

She smiled at him, although she looked almost exhausted. "I think you're right, Alex, I really do. Maybe I - gnnnnn, oh God ... maybe ... maybe I feel so very vulnerable because I want you to see me to my very depths. I need you to."

"What else have you got planned?" he asked, smiling.

"Iono ..." she said finally, her body sagging as she finished going pee. "I ... I'm so drained, physically and emotionally."

"I don't blame you; you've been doing this incredibly private thing for over an hour now."

"Shit, it's only been an hour?" she asked, sounding almost shocked. "It's felt like six hours to me. But I've really drained my tank."

"Well, then," Alex said, stopping recording and sitting down on the bed beside her lovely form and caressing her cheek gently. "I guess I get to spend the rest of the night pampering my porn-star wife, don't I? A bath, a massage, lots of TLC, right? I think that sounds pretty good."

"It's sounds wonderful beyond words, Alex," Alexa replied, her eyes misting with tears. "You always seem to know just what to do, don't you?"

"It's pretty easy when you've devoted yourself to the happiness of the person you love ..." he answered, leaning in and kissing her lovingly.

***

1986 ...

Karen tried to control her breathing as she plunged her fingers in and out of herself, sitting on the porcelain seat in the small bathroom. She couldn't believe how wet she was! After making her desperately graceful exit from the haberdashery, she'd wiggled down the street with as much composure as she could manage, deathly worried that before long, her arousal would be trickling down and glistening on her leg, ruining her stockings.

She needed to sate this urge now. But where?! She didn't dare use the washroom in a restaurant; she would rather the ground open up and swallow her whole.

She found a lingerie shop and hurried in. She grabbed an assortment of items, not checking at all to see if they'd fit her, before heading up to the counter and asking if she might avail herself of the facilities for a moment before paying. Dressed as she was, the ladies behind the counter made no demur at all, and she hurried in and locked the door. She had barely sat down and pulled aside her panties before her fingers were deep inside her, beginning to provide her with the relief she so desperately needed.

Her mind raced as she pictured the enormous, chiseled body she'd left behind at the other store: DeBourne's massive chest, muscles sculpted in place in such a way as glorified Intelligent Design beyond question. His broad, powerful shoulders, supporting muscular arms and huge hands. She shivered as she pictured how his waist tapered in to his hips, and then flared out into those gigantic, muscle-bound thighs. Even his calves were huge and defined!

She pictured his thick, wavy blond hair, piercing blue eyes and the dour look on his face as he allowed the tailors to measure him. Even his sullen mood had been compelling to her. She had pulled her dress off completely and was squeezing her breasts while she fingered herself, almost choking on her moans, praying she wouldn't be heard.

She imagined his boxers removed, remembering the giant tool hidden beneath. She could scarcely imagine how big it was erect, no matter what Janet had told her repeatedly. Karen pictured how it would feel against her skin, hard and throbbing, or between her breasts, fucking them. Her mouth watered as she pictured sucking on it, forcing its massive diameter down her throat.

Or feeling it deep inside her, fucking her hard until it felt like she was being torn apart. Pumping cum deep inside her.

Finally she arched her back, squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth, waves of unreal pleasure washing over her as she pushed her three fingers as deep inside herself as possible, curling them along her upper wall and wiggling them madly. Scintillating colours exploded behind her tawny-amber eyes, and ecstasy splintered through her like bolts of wanton delight. She felt her molten pussy drench her hand as she came, praying with what was left of her senses that she wasn't getting any on the floor.

Karen sagged back in the seat now, sighing and breathing heavily, her fingers still buried inside her and her other hand tightly gripping her large breasts. She was almost beyond thought, and had no sense of how much time had passed since she'd come in here. They didn't seem to be calling on her, so it shouldn't have been too long. She know how to make herself cum easily and quickly, although she had been determined that this one wouldn't be cheap. She'd cum good and hard, despite her time restriction.

She couldn't help it - she brought her fingers up to her mouth and sucked on them, shivering in pleasure as she tasted her own cum on them. She cleaned her fingers with her tongue and then took several deep breaths, trying to compose herself. Once she felt like herself again, she washed herself diligently before putting on her dress, her broad-brimmed hat, and her dainty gloves.

Karen looked around and wrinkled her nose, noticing a can of aerosol air freshener, advertising a fresh evergreen aroma. Repulsive as that sounded, it was hopefully strong enough to cover the permeating scent of her climax. She couldn't recall having used one before, and sprayed as much as she thought necessary before escaping the tiny room, lest the horrid stench cling to her.

The woman behind the counter greeted her cheerfully, pointing out that several of the items she'd chosen were going to be too small for her, based on a straight physical assessment. Her bust was far too large. The woman offered to help her correct the issue concerning sizes, and Karen agreed to the assistance, though she sighed inwardly. Perhaps this was her penance for indulging her Gordon-Blackwell libido so readily, instead of practicing restraint.

There were just some lessons she saw no point in learning.

***

"Heiajaheia, Heiajaheia! Wallalallalala leiajahei! Rheingold! Rheingold!" the maidens sang sonorously as they knelt before the sacred treasure of the gods. The hall filled with their voices, lifting the hearts of everyone hearing them. The gold shone magnificently in the middle of the stage, the lighting exquisite.

Karen reached over and squeezed her husband's hand as they sat in their box seat. Every year, he made sure they had season tickets to every opera that was being performed. She looked resplendent in a form-fitting midnight blue dress, with white gloves that went up her arm. She smiled at him warmly.

"You always know exactly what to do to keep my heart, don't you?" she said softly, transported by the music and the voices. "You've always known."

"It's my sole purpose in life, to be honest," he replied, nodding to her. "I can't begin to imagine how mundane and boring my life would be if I didn't have you to dedicate it to."

The booth was private; no one else could hear them. Karen looked back at the performance below, watching intently. She'd be hard-pressed if asked which opera in the Ring Cycle was her favourite, but she could say with certainty that the Rhinemaidens' Song was one of her passions, without question.

She only had tonight and tomorrow night left with the man she loved before being gone for what promised to be a rather torturous week. She wasn't even certain when the last time was that she'd been separated from Michael for so long. It had been many years, to say the least. As much as she might be looking forward to spending time with her little sister one-on-one, the thought still unsettled her that he couldn't be there.

She wanted him there, desperately. But she couldn't have him there. No. She had to face this as the mistress of the Blackwell family, without him as backup.

He seemed to sense her thoughts and squeezed her hand gently. She felt the reassuring warmth of his love and went back to watching the opera playing out perfectly below.

Everything else could wait.

***

Alexa sighed and settled back on top of Alex, the two of them sprawled out in the jacuzzi. He smiled and caressed her slippery skin, soothing her after all her monumental exertions earlier. She purred and turned her head to kiss his cheek.

"Mmmmm, I love when you hold me," she whispered in his ear. "It feels so very, very right, like it never has before when anyone else did it."

"My privilege and my pleasure," Alex replied, his hands travelling up her divine form, moving from her thighs, over her hips and up her abdomen and her rib cage before he hugged her close. She sighed again, looking up at the night sky.

"D'you think we'll be able to see the stars a little more easily when we move to the Blackwell residence?" she asked wistfully.

Alex shrugged: "Probably not, it's not exactly outside Toronto, y'know. There's a lot more space, because the property lots are so damn big, and it feels remote. If we want stars, we'll buy another house or cottage outside the city."

"What about Kapuskasing?" she asked. "It's only a little town, right?"

He smiled and stroked her cheek. "About ten thousand people in Northern Ontario, yeah. Seeing the stars is real easy up there. You'll be amazed. When we go for the visit, I'll make sure we take a lot of night walks."

"Are we announcing that we're coming?" she asked.

"I don't think that's the plan," he replied. "I think dad and mom want to make it a surprise. You've been missing from their lives for over eighteen years, so a surprise will be just what they need."

"But they already know I'm here, right?"

"Oh yeah," Alex said, nodded. "Not like mom'd keep that from them. But they think you're adjusting and re-learning how to be a colonial, so they're giving you space, even if they're peeing themselves in excitement at your return."

She giggled: "They're your family, not a bunch of Great Danes, Alex."

"You might reconsider after you meet Uncle Connor," he chuckled. "He's the definition and stereotype of a DeBourne."

"Wow, even more than Mike?"

Alex nodded again. "Dad is a good standard-bearer too, but he freely left K-Town for a larger world, not to mention for mom. Uncle Con wouldn't for all the money in the universe. He's family first, above everything. So're my Aunt Ronnie and Uncle Josh."

"Josh, he's the gay one, right?" she asked. "Hard to imagine, since I'm told all the DeBourne men except him are big and burly."

"Yeah, and then there's Uncle Josh, who is slender and elegant, and would give you and mom a run for your money in the hip-swishing department," Alex said, stroking her hips. "Still blond and blue-eyed, but about one third my dad's weight."

"Wow, he's like a unicorn," Alexa snickered. "I can't wait to meet them all."

"I think that's the plan sometime soon after you're back from Quebec," Alex mused, stroking his wife lazily. "Normally, mom'd never let us take this much time off from our studies, but she's been talking with our profs and they've assured her we're both so far ahead that it's not a worry."

He continued caressing her gently, just letting her relax, while she stared up into the vault of night. They'd reached a point in their love and relationship where words were not necessary to fill the silence; they just needed one another's company to be completely content.

"A week without you ..." she said distantly, still looking up. "Hard to imagine, after months of being constantly beside you."

"It'll be fine, not to mention good for you and mom," Alex said, nuzzling her cheek. "And yeah, I'll miss you, Alexa. Every damn moment you're away. But I'll be happier than ever when you step off that plane, y'know."

She nodded slightly. "I told Freja and Jeanie to take good care of you while I'm gone, okay? Don't even think of not obliging them, they'd be hurt and insulted."

"I'm sure I'll somehow manage to acquiesce to their attentions," he chuckled again, hugging her tight. "You know I love 'em both."

"I know," she agreed, patting his arm before looking up at him. "Wanna put it in my butt?"

"The queen of romance, you are!" Alex laughed as he began tickling her and getting ready to put his hardening cock inside his wife.

***

1986...

To her amazement, she had only had to avail herself one time of any facilities to relieve her sexual tensions. Aside from that, she'd gone to the Royal Ontario Museum, which in fact turned out to be exactly where DeBourne had claimed it was, and checked out the new dinosaur specimen, as well as a new mummy in the Egyptian wing. After that, she'd bought herself a coffee and then done some more shopping, buying a little more than she normally might, because even though it seemed ungainly in her hands, she was certain DeBourne would carry it all for her without a second thought.