Disclaimer:
Welcome to my one-hundredth chapter published here on Lit
. Quite a milestone for me! And as usual, all characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Reviews are welcome; flames will be snickered at and deleted with extreme prejudice. Enjoy!
Please Note:
There are incest themes with a secondary couple in this story. Just a forewarning.
Chapter XV – Bring The New Year On!
January 1
st
, 2019, morning...
Karen stretched slowly, humming as she woke up. Naked beneath the warmth of the exquisite comforter, she lazily turned on her side, smiling dreamily at her enormous husband as she lay on his back, still sound asleep, with the comforter pulled down to his hips. The dear man always made sure she fell asleep first, and he had since they first got married, three decades earlier.
Wan January sunlight was peeking through the curtains, the slender beam tracing across the foot of the massive bed. Resting her head on her hand, she traced her fingernail across Mike's muscular pectoral and shoulder. She never tired of just looking at him, taking in the sight of his magnificent body, or laying her head against his chest and hearing his heart beating. It was the most comforting thing in the world for her.
A smirk played lightly over her face and her fingers wandered lower down his titan frame, following the chiseled striations of his muscles along his torso and waist. Her fingerpads caressed gently over his rock-hard abs and then lower still, eventually arriving at the Holy of Holies. Pulling the comforter aside, she carefully grasped his limp but enormous manhood, holding it in her hand, which felt so tiny in comparison. She moved her hand up and down slowly and lightly, careful not to wake him.
Mike was still asleep, but with her subtle stroking, his member was beginning to come alive, swelling in her hand. Perhaps not surprisingly, she felt her own body reacting, the way it always did, with a delicious tingle at the thought of him and his ardour. Her pussy was warm and would very quickly be wet. She became aroused easily, as did her younger sister, Alexandra.
'
The Curse of the Gordon Women,'
she laughingly called it, although neither sister considered it any form of a curse. To be aroused and receptive to their lovers, how on earth could that ever be a bad thing? She felt it now, the creeping, sticky dew forming between her legs and making her bite her lip. She stroked a little more firmly, the soft skin moving up and down with her motion.
Pleased that he was slowly swelling, she nestled in closer and took her time examining his cock- of course she'd seen it a million times before, but each and every morning, she loved waking up and looking at it anew with a sense of wonder and fascination. It was a joy in her life, these moments where she more or less had his giant member 'to herself', because he was still asleep.
Karen leaned in and kissed the tip gently, shivering at the warmth of it, the thrilling feel of the spongy head against her tongue. She closed her eyes as she thought back, remembering that first time she'd taken him inside her mouth all those years ago...
She kissed it again, then let her tongue come out and slither around the tip, leaving it glistening. She purred and put it between her lips, closing them and letting her tongue swirl around its circumference. Again she shivered with delight as her mighty husband hummed in his sleep. She didn't have long now, before he was fully awake and then would utterly ravish her.
Using her mouth expertly, she wet his shaft and began bobbing up and down, gradually taking more and more of him between her lips. She breathed through her nose and her hand followed her mouth, slowly pumping his increasingly sticky skin.
She felt him in her throat and held still, trembling as he started swelling in earnest. She kept him there for as long as she could before pulling back slowly, moaning around him. She felt his body react, and knew it would be soon. She popped her mouth off of his now erect cock long enough to smile wickedly to herself, wipe at the corner of her lip, and then pushed herself back down, taking him into her throat again with a will.
Karen steadily bobbed up and down, going at precisely the tempo she alone in all the world had perfected to maximize this man's enjoyment. There was nothing about him sexually that she didn't know, and wasn't enthralled by, just as he knew her better than she knew herself. Her heart was thudding in her chest in excitement, because she knew she was only woman who had ever deep-throated him. What a delight!
She felt a huge, but gentle hand begin caressing her silken bronze hair, the fingers pressing along her scalp. Karen loved waking Michael up like this, slowly and with increasing pleasure. He deserved it so, for everything he meant to her and the joy he brought to her life every moment of every day. She continued gently sucking on him, letting him wake up.
He was large and hard inside her mouth and in her throat, and she could feel him throbbing, sending another blitz of tingling delight throughout her nervous system. Slowly, humming to vibrate her lips along the sensitive skin, she pulled up and back, his cock leaving her mouth with a sensual, wet '
pop'.
She subtly shifted down his giant body and gently moved his legs apart so she could lay between them. Nestled properly, she went back to sucking on his cock while he woke, making him sigh and moan quietly. She marvelled at how long and firm he was, feeling her pussy getting even wetter at the thought of this monster slipping inside her before long.
She pulled her mouth off again, and then sidled slightly up his body, until her torso was directly over his manhood. Smiling blissfully, she enveloped his cock between her opulent breasts and squeezed them together gently, massaging him with her silken skin. She moaned in delight at the feel of him, kissing his cockhead as it poked up between her breasts before disappearing again. She occasionally paused to swirl her tongue around the head or put it between her lips and suck on it before resuming the massage.
"Well, happy new year to you as well, beautiful," she heard him say in his caramel baritone voice that made her knees weak. "My 2019 is off to a perfect start."
"Mmmm, mine was perfect first, though," she purred, smiling up at him while she continued massaging his throbbing cock with her bosom. He smiled back, enchanted, as always, by the sight of her, a goddess he considered himself too mean and base to look upon- her flowing bronze hair framing her regal, patrician face, her golden-amber eyes utterly bewitching, and yet so full of love; her perfect breasts, capped with the dusky pink nipples that enveloped him now, making him feel like no one else ever had before.
"Then I guess it's time for me to catch up," the blond titan suggested, now wearing his infectious grin. If Karen Gordon-DeBourne was a regal goddess, then Michael DeBourne was a primal god of thunder, his ice-blue eyes piercing like lightning, betraying a fierce intelligence that belied his awesome size. "May I?"
"You needn't even ask, my love, since I live only to pleasure you and fulfill your every whim," she sighed lovingly as she raised herself up to her knees and ran her hands through her coppery hair, displaying her body for him. She smiled saucily as she swayed back and forth slightly, as if trying to hypnotise him with the movement of her large breasts.
Mike drank in the sight of his glorious wife, never tiring of it. Despite them both turning fifty later this year, her body remained a paragon of impeccable genetics even much younger women envied. She kept herself fit and trim with exercise, her breasts held high on her chest because of her strong back and oblique muscles. The chest tapered into a slender waist, and womanly hips not quite as large as her chest. She kept her pussy shaved, except for a little strip of coppery hair just above it- her 'landing strip', as she called it. She had long, graceful dancer's legs, which terminated in beautiful, perfectly formed feet. Head to toe, she was his ideal of perfection, proof that mammals were God's chosen creatures- and that God had the right idea.
But even more than her stunning beauty, it was her brilliant mind that held his heart. Every bit his equal in raw intellect, she was also blessed with the most loving and giving heart he'd ever known, if one was permitted to get past her cool, aloof exterior and imperious air. Her devotion to him, to those she loved, would be unsettling for many, but it meant the world to him, because it meant he had someone with whom to share this journey through life, never afraid and always together. He didn't deserve her.
She slowly crawled up his body, dragging her breasts and flat stomach along his skin, until she reached his mouth. She melted into the kiss they shared, and as his powerful arms wrapped around her, she wondered if this was what Heaven would feel like- safe, cared for, loving and so very perfect. Their tongues tangled and they lost themselves in one another for who knows how long. Did it matter?