Mike & Karen Ch. 01

"You okay down there?" asked Mike as he speared into her. "Not sure your hips should be popping like that."

"Gnnnnnnn, it's fine, it's fine, keep going!" she grunted, stunned by how internally stretched she felt, how deep he was inside her. She half-expected to feel his cock coming up her throat. "Oh God, it's so good ..."

He shrugged and kept going, thumping against her. She didn't have the tightest pussy he'd ever felt, but he wasn't about to complain, either. Most girls were intimidated by his sheer size, and that was before he took his pants off. She was taking it like a champ, so he would give her what she wanted. And he was certainly enjoying himself, after all.

He reached forward, sliding his hands up her stomach, lifting her shirt and finding her breasts. He squeezed them and she now groaned shamelessly, beyond caring who heard them in this hedge maze on the campus. She pushed herself back against him, grinding hard. Liquid pleasure churned through her body as she fucked him, determined to give as good as she got.

And it was so very, very good.

She whimpered as he pinched her nipples, tugging or squeezing in time with his thrusts. He looked down, seeing his cock glistening with her wetness as it slid in and out of her snug confines. Her inner lips pulled back and forth with his shaft, the bright coral pink clearly visible to him in the moon's silvery light.

He pursed his lips in concern as her hips crackled and popped again. Janet shook violently and clenched her teeth to keep from screaming as she came, overcome with bliss. Indescribable pleasure battered her, and she felt his cock swelling inside her as he began to cum as well. Even with the barrier of the condom in place, she was still feeling his orgasm inside her, and she genuinely didn't mind or care at this point if the stupid rubber broke. This was unreal.

Mike caught her as she sagged, still impaled on his cock, but her strength leaving her. He held Janet like a dead thing, even while he finished cumming. He looked around, wondering what to do, since she seemed unresponsive. Her legs were not supporting her, nor were her hands. The only things keeping her from collapsing to the turf were his hands and, well, his cock. For lack of any other idea, he pressed two fingers to the side of her neck, checking for a pulse.

Still alive. Well, that's good.

He gingerly put her arms over the back of the bench, resting her by her armpits while he carefully pulled his cock out of her. She shivered as his member popped free of her confines, but otherwise didn't respond. He kept hold of her hips, looking around awkwardly. How was he supposed to pull up his pants, let alone remove the prophylactic, if he had to keep her upright?

He improvised by positioning his knee under her pussy, resting her weight on it while he pulled up his cargo shorts. He didn't like the idea, but he left the condom on, since there seemed to be no waste baskets here in the center of the hedge maze. Once he was zipped up, he went about the business of straightening her clothes, which consisted of pulling her shirt back down and rearranging her skirt, since she had worn neither a bra nor panties for their rendezvous. At least her sandals were staying on.

Looking around, he decided he couldn't leave her unconscious in the middle of the maze, that he'd best get her back to her dorm. He picked her up and slung her loosely around his back, hoping she would hold on, but she didn't. As he walked awkwardly attempting to piggy-back her, Janet kept threatening to slide off.

Mike tried carrying her in his arms, which made it look like he'd killed her in a Warner Brothers cartoon. Worse, she seemed to be so far gone, that she was almost puddling out of his grip, requiring constant adjustment to keep her from getting dumped on the grass.

He sighed in exasperation and finally tucked the girl under one arm, knowing how absurd this looked, but also beyond caring. He had to get her back; the condom was sliding off his softening cock and cum was now trickling down his balls.

The indignity of it all.

***

Karen was on hall watch for her dorm that night and was looking out the window. She watched with a bemused expression from the third-floor hallway windows as the huge, golden-haired man carried her seemingly unconscious friend in varying ways, finally opting to just carry her under his arm like a gunny sack full of potatoes. She couldn't really blame him; Janet seemed to have gone boneless and was threatening to trickle out of his grip with each passing moment.

She sighed and shook her head, walking down to the first floor and the main doors, figuring she would reach them just before he did. She wasn't quite sure yet what her plan was, but she finally resolved to see what his intentions were.

She opened the door just as he'd raised his huge hand to knock on it and stared up at him, towering over her.

***

He stared down at the statuesque beauty as she gazed up at him, her eyes betraying nothing. He put his fist down and wondered what to say. What exactly, was the etiquette for when you were returning a girl you had just fucked unconscious to her dorm mates?

"Special delivery," Mike said finally.

Her eyes flickered in recognition of the quip, although whether she was amused or unimpressed, he couldn't readily tell. Once again, her expression gave him no clues.

"Do you expect me to sign for her or are you going to bring her in?" she asked rather plainly, like standing here was the dumbest thing ever. Perhaps she was right.

"Well, I'm glad you're here," he answered. "I know this is a women-only dorm; I didn't want to barge in unannounced, but I wasn't about to just leave her in a heap at the door, either."

"Am I right in assuming it's your fault she's in this rapturous state to begin with?" she asked pointedly.

"That's neither here nor there," he said, shrugging. "What kind of monster would I be if I just dumped her here?"

"Fair enough," Karen allowed. "And a refreshing outlook. You going to bring her in or hand her off to me?"

"Your call. I don't want to break any dorm rules and get anyone in trouble."

"Aren't you worried about getting yourself in trouble?" Karen mused.

He shook his head. "Not like your door'd keep me from coming in if I wanted in. And I'm pretty sure everyone would agree it was mitigating circumstances to enter the dorm, if the alternative was to leave her in a puddle out here."

"Well, we can't have that," Karen said dryly. "You can leave her with me, I'm sure I'll manage."

He nodded and handed over the rag doll of a girl. "Thanks. You're Karen Gordon, right?"

She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Janet talks a lot when her mouth isn't full," he said as he made sure she had hold of the cargo. "She's told me about you, Mona and Lisa."

"She does talk a lot," Karen agreed. "She said you're Mike DeBourne, Theoretical Physics."

"Guilty as charged," he said readily, nodded. "Nice meeting you, instead of just seeing you across a crowded, raucous pub."

"I'm surprised you could see anyone or anything in that churning throng of sweaty university meat," she said casually, holding onto Janet with practiced ease. "Keen eyes."

"You four were hard to miss," Mike replied. "And since you were the only person not clapping along during my number, you really stood out."

"I'm not known for my enthusiastic clapping during Bay City Rollers karaoke."

"I happen to think I do a great impression of Les McKeown," Mike sniffed.

"Except you sound more like Nobby Clark than Les McKeown," Karen countered, smirking saucily.

"Ouch!" laughed the blond giant cheerfully. "Guess I'd better work on that."

"I'm hoping so, if you're going to keep trying to blast us out the back wall once a week," she agreed. "All the same, thank you for returning Boneless here. Have a good night, Prometheus."

And with that, she closed the door in the face of the largest being on campus. Michael looked at the door for several seconds before exhaling and turning to walk back to his own dorm.

"Damn," he muttered to himself. "What level of godhood do you have to achieve to deserve that for a girlfriend?"

***

Karen leaned back against the door once she had closed it, sighing heavily and looking at the ceiling while still holding Janet in her arms. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest still. That man's presence was exhilarating and terrifying. She closed her eyes and composed herself before heading toward Janet's room, which was, thankfully, located on the main floor.

I hope Lisa's still awake, she thought, her golden-amber eyes unusually soft. Because she is getting raped tonight ...

***

Alex and Alexa looked at one another and then back at Mike and Karen, faces creased with amusement. "That was your very first face-to-face?" asked their son. "Dad barely knew what to say and mom dissed his Bay City Rollers voice?"

"Here I was expecting some star-crossed moment of instant romance, like Alex and I had," Alexa stated.

"Or Freja and Jeanie," Alex added. "Mom didn't tear your clothes off? Dad didn't bonk you on the head with a club and carry you off to a cave?"

"You know, not everyone derives bliss in life from instant gratification," Karen chided. "You millennials are so used to everything being at your fingertips that you expect instant chemistry, even in your relationships."

"Well, that's what we had," Alexa pointed out. "What excuse do you and Profressor Slo-Burn here have?"

"In my defense, my brain was tripping over itself, and words left me," Mike admitted. "Seeing her across a crowded bar was one thing, but up close and in person was another."

"You make me sound like a Monet painting," Karen replied, looking at her husband and wiggling her toes, indicating he wasn't done rubbing her feet. She poured more old-vine zin for herself and resumed talking. "But yes, I had a wow moment once I'd closed the door. Wasn't about to let this lug witness it. He was so used to getting everything he wanted, I couldn't give him an opening."

"Oh, and you're not used to getting what you want in life, Karen Gordon-DeBourne?" teased Alexa, giggling. "I somehow doubt that. I'm amazed you weren't already president of the student council."

Karen shrugged. "We both got asked at various points, of course, but found different excuses to not get roped into it. We both figured we were more useful getting our social agendas acted upon outside of the framework of official channels."

"Did it work?" Alexa asked.

"Well enough," Mike replied. "Gender equality issues got a lot of attention thanks to Karen, and plenty of positive changes were made, often under her direction. She had the Student Council doing her bidding readily."

"And Godzilla here spearheaded initiatives to change the behaviour of men on campus toward women," Karen added, nodding her head at her husband. "Our initiatives weren't coordinated, at least not initially, and there might've been some unspoken rivalry, seeing who was in charge."

"So nothing's changed in nearly thirty years," Alex quipped, smirking and earning him a look from both of his progenitors.

"Just be thankful I let your father inside me," Karen said to her son. "If you hadn't been born, Alexa would still be my sister and have moved here, she still would have met Jeanie, brought over Freja, who still would have married Jeanie. You're the only extraneous organism here who is not intrinsic to the gestalt, smarty-pants."

Alex said nothing but just went back to rubbing his aunt's feet. She giggled and patted his hand.

"Don't worry," she cooed sweetly. "You're my favouritest extraneous thing ever."

"Thanks," he said dryly before looking at his parents again. "So, when was your next turgid encounter?"

Karen looked at her husband. "The pub?"

He nodded. "Yeah, Paul, George and Ringo were singing with me."

Karen smirked and giggled. "Oh God, that's right. Dumbest thing I've ever seen in my life."

Alexa tilted her head. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say we're not referencing the real Beatles, so what's up with the names?"

"Well, I had my little circle of friends, and Mongo here had his own posse. He had taken up with three foreign students, all of whom were in the astrophysics department: Indur, who was from Bangalore, Ping, a Hakka boy from Fujian, and Gergo, a Hungarian from Esztergom."

"I know that place name," Alex mused, thinking. "Yeah, the Teutonic Knights had a castle there when they were leased land by the king of Hungary in the mid-thirteenth century to help fight the heretic Cumans."

"Wow, nerd alert," Alexa muttered. "Bet even your dad didn't know that tidbit offhand. So, what was their deal? Your friends, I mean, not Alex's spicy heretics."

"Three things tied them all to one another," Karen explained. "One, a deep obsession with explaining how Calabi-Yau Manifolds interacted with a superstring landscape."

"It was all the rage at the time for real physicists," Mike added.

Karen ignored him. "Two, they were all terminally socially awkward nerds who thought hanging around with your father would get them laid. And three, they all loved singing karaoke."

"They weren't that bad," Mike protested.

"Oh, please," Karen snorted. "Their English and general language skills were more broken that the American electoral system. And you didn't help any. You convinced poor Indur that 'cul-de-sac' was French for a vasectomy."

"Jeebus, Michael, you're awful," snickered Alexa. "Now I know Alex didn't randomly develop his warped sense of humour early, you had it at his age."

"Moving on," Mike sighed, draining his fourth beer. "Your mother called them George, Paul and Ringo."

"Which one got stuck being Ringo?" Alexa asked.

"Ping," Karen answered. "He was absolutely hopeless and awkward. I almost had pity sex with him because he was so lost around women. He eventually had sex with Janet, but that was only slightly easier than getting Freja or Jeanie on their backs, to be honest."

"A terminal slut?" Alexa giggled.

"She was so bad at saying no that I was convinced she had a speech impediment," Karen said, shaking her head. "Ping wasn't even the most tragic guy to spread her legs. In any event, there we were again, at the pub, at our habitual table ..."

***

"Have you recovered from your skewering yet?" teased Mona, leaning in so that Janet could hear her over the crowd.

"Very funny," replied Janet, shifting uncomfortably and trying to drink her beer. "I'm sure I'll survive somehow. And let's face it, that fucking session would've killed you."

"At least I know my limits," Mona said airily, having fun with her friend's discomfiture. Karen, of course, had spilled the beans on how Janet was ignominiously deposited in her arms by their mysterious blond giant after he had fucked her pretty much in half over a bench in the hedge maze. According to Karen, Janet was more or less in an orgasm coma. "Still, I wish Brad could make me orgasm like that. Most nights I have to finish myself off, not that he doesn't try. Must be nice to be with a man who knows what he's doing." Brad was Mona's go-to for stress-relieving sex, and clearly she needed to trade up.

"It's not like he has to try that hard," Lisa pointed out. "Janet says he's hung like a horse, which is almost a guaranteed cum, y'know? Even if he doesn't know how to use it, you can still get yourself off."

The other three just looked at the lesbian in confusion. "What?" she said defensively. "I have been with guys in times past, you know. Just because I'm lesbian, I don't forget what it feels like."

"Well, fortunately, he knows how to use his mouth and hands every bit as well as his dick," sniffed Janet, trying to salvage her dignity, which seemed unlikely at this point. "He took me to Heaven a few times before he fucked me into a that coma, thank you very much."

"A gentleman sex god," laughed Mona. "So when's the wedding?"

"Uh-uh, nope," Janet said, shaking her head vigorously. "I don't mind letting him wreck me, but I can't deal with him outside the bedroom. He's nuts."

"How so?" asked Lisa, tilting her head.

"Total social crusader with a sense of humour from Hell," Janet stated, almost scowling. "He's a comedian; I heard him cracking jokes with some of his buddies and relating stories about that nerd-game. Whatsit called? Dungeons and Dragons?"

"Oh, God, he's not just a science nerd?" Mona exclaimed, shaking her head that that her kinky black hair billowed around her shoulders. "Well, his sexy factor might just drop by a factor of fifty."

"Says the woman who draws cartoons," Janet shot back, causing Mona to stop talking and look into her drink. "Yeah, in spite of how big he is, the guy's a walking nerdipedia. I had to be real careful not to bring up any geek topics, or I was afraid the floodgates would open and he'd be telling me all about his games while he fucked me."

"So, what, you discussed law?" asked Lisa.

"Nope, he seemed to know about that, too," Janet sighed. "I almost stopped talking and just acted like a ditz, so he'd fuck me. That was all I really wanted anyway, not a civics lesson."

"Yeah, that's why we keep Karen around," quipped Mona, causing Lisa to choke on her beer as she tried not to laugh. "I'm sure he'll be here tonight, it's cheesy songs competition night."

"Is there another type of karaoke night?" Karen queried.

"Well, the idea tonight is to sing as cheesy a song as you can find in the catalogue -- tonight's a contest," Mona explained while Janet winced a little as she shifted around in her seat, her hips popping. "Hard to imagine him not rising to that challenge."

"Gods above, it'll be a veritable siren song to him," Karen muttered. "Annnnnd speak of the Devil ..."

Sure enough, Mike walked through the door, to much raucous acclaim, accompanied by three smaller men -- one Chinese, one Indian, and one that looked Eastern European. In direct contrast to their oversized companion, they all seemed painfully awkward in a social setting, gawking at the crowds, especially the girls. He guided them to a table, which was quickly vacated by some guys who had been sitting there, and he made himself at home on the back bench, spreading his enormous arms out to either side. His friends sat down on chairs and continued to stare at everything around them while one or two other joined them.

"Look at him," Karen said, trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice. "He already expects to win."

"Probably a fair assumption on his part," Lisa said. "He's no doubt got his song picked out, y'know?"

The cheesy songs contest began, with many people getting up and butchering already lame tunes. Lisa, Mona and Janet laughed and poked fun at the singers, occasionally drawing a grunt of agreement from Karen, who tried to drown out the noise by composing a violin concerto in her head. Her success was middling, at best.

And then it was Team Geek's turn. At least, that's what she had been calling them in her head. It seemed to fit. Thankfully the ringleader wasn't wearing tartan pants tonight. Small mercies, right? You can't ask for the big ones if you're not thankful for the little ones.

The three smaller men arranged themselves around him on stage, using two more microphones. The room grew almost silent as everyone watched to see what they would sing. Karen pursed her lips and paid attention, more interested to hear than she would ever admit.

"Gin gan goolie goolie goolie goolie watcha, gin gan goo, gin gan goo!

Gin gan goolie goolie goolie goolie watcha, gin gan goo, gin gan goo!"

People began roaring with laughter as Gergo, Ping and Indur began chanting 'Mm-bop!' while flexing their knees, their hands clasped primly in front of them. Even Karen could not suppress a smile at the sight.