"I know what I'm talking about, Fred! Listen, son," Mike Montague harangued his only child, "you're seventeen. You should be doing more than keeping your nose stuffed into some dreary textbook. Go out and find some ass!
"I don't know that you aren't still a virgin. Are you?" Mike demanded of his son.
"Ah, Dad," complained Fred, "leave me alone. I'm getting by okay. Girls just don't interest me too much."
"Jesus H. Christ! What have I raised? You're not a faggot or anything like that, are you?"
"Dad! I am not gay. I'm ... just not interested in sex. Nothing too unusual in that."
"Nothing unusual! Goddamn, I...."
His reply was cut short by the sudden sight of a stopped truck in front of him. He had been flowing with the traffic on the freeway at 55 mph. The only explanation that flashed through his mind was one of the chain reaction collisions which caused California freeways to be infamous.
Mike Montague slammed on the brakes and laid rubber for two hundred feet. As if in slow motion, he saw the lowered tailgate of the moving van inch toward him. He blacked out before the actual collision which shattered the windshield and his chest.
Even though Mike's chest was crushed by the tailgate, he was far luckier than his son. A tiny splinter of glass from the windshield penetrated Fred's forehead like a vitreous bullet and exploded in his brain. He died instantly and, ironically, there was not a single scratch on the rest of his body.
It had been a busy day for accidents. Less than a quarter of a mile behind the Montague car was an ambulance carrying a drug-overdose case to the hospital. The white meatwagon skidded to a stop and surveyed the wreckage. Miraculously, the only serious injuries in the fifteen-car pile-up were the Montagues. The ambulance attendants loaded the two into the ambulance along side their OD case.
"God, Jerry, that's what I call bizarre! This guy is a fucking mess. His chest looks like a blob of silly putty and his legs have been crushed by something. And the son of a bitch is alive! The kid only has a tiny scratch on him and he's deader than a Scotch bottle at a New Year's party." The attendant finished sliding the stretcher into the ambulance.
His partner shrugged. "Some are luckier than others. Let's haul ass to the hospital now that we got three in the wagon." The white vehicle started its flashing red light and screaming siren and pulled out, around the wreckage, to head for the nearby hospital and its emergency room.
CHAPTER TWO
"Dr. Speer, please come to the operating room. Dr. Speer," blared the loudspeaker in the hospital. Dr. Speer put down the cup of putrid coffee served by the cafeteria. He thought that half of all the food poisoning cases must originate on this very spot, but was willing to take his chances. He hadn't eaten in almost twelve hours. Being on emergency room duty wasn't his idea of tranquility, and today had been a real bitch.
He got up and went to the third floor operating room. He was surprised to see two patients in the OR. He quickly scrubbed down and was helped into his gown by a nurse.
Before he could ask a single question, Dr. Milano snapped, "Get over here and stop that hemorrhaging, Speer."
Speer had an arterial clamp thwacked into his hand, and he plunged into the destroyed chest to stop the spurt, spurt, spurt bleeding. Covered with blood up to his elbows, he asked Milano, "What's happening here, Jeff? You know you can't save this poor bastard. He's a goner for sure."
Milano simply said, "We have to keep him alive for another couple hours."
They worked in silence except for curt commands to the efficient nurses. Finally, Speer asked, "So give. What's up? Bleeding is temporarily stopped out of his iliac arteries. I'm afraid to tie off his mesentary or renal arteries. Might kill him outright. As it is, he'll merely be dead without all this effort in fifteen minutes."
"We're waiting for Vic Slatten." Jeffry Milano, specialist in neurosurgery, would say no more.
Speer sarcastically remarked, "And what is the great brain surgeon going to do? Perform a miracle? It'll be impossible to initiate anastomosis in the lower body. This bastard will never, not ever, never survive. Got it, doc?"
"Shut up. We are going to try for a miracle. That other body behind you is dead. The brain's dead, that is. No theta waves detectible, and the body is being kept alive by machine. We're going to attempt to perform a brain transplant."
Speer stood up straight and surveyed the incredibly bloody mess in front of him. He whistled a low pitched note and then said, "You could have , told me that at the start. I'll prepare the other body."
The team of doctors worked for fourteen hours removing the brain from Mike Montague's battered body and transplanting it into the physically perfect body of his seventeen-year-old son.
Light against his closed eyelids annoyed him. He opened bleary eyes to an unfocused world. He tried to rub his eyes and clear but he couldn't control his arms. The effort was too much for Mike Montague.
Vague sounds of two doctors talking drifted to his benumbed ears...." looks like a complete success...."...." no rejection noted. That serum of Proctor's seems to work well...."...." should regain consciousness...."
Mike Montague slipped over the edge of consciousness and blacked out again. He lost his grip on his senses with the comforting thought in his head that he had survived.
He was alive.
When Mike came to the second time, he was able to focus his eyes. He was not surprised to see he was in a hospital room. Shadowy memories remained of the previous period of consciousness. He silently rejoiced that he was alive.
He tried to sit up and found that he could not. An effort to raise his arm failed. He could not even feel his legs or wiggle his toes. He moved his eyes and studied the elaborate rig that monitored his body functions.
In a few minutes, Dr. Speer came in. "Well, well, Mr. Montague. I see you have finally decided to join us in this woe-filled world. Please! Don't try to talk.
"Let me explain some of what has happened to you. It might be a shock so I'll tell you what I can, then give you a sedative."
Mike managed to croak out, "I'm alive. Nothing can be that much of a shock!"
Speer smiled, then clapped a firm hand on the prone man's shoulder. "Let me do the talking. But I'm glad to see you are in such good spirits. It might come as a great shock to you that your son s dead, but you are most definitely alive. Remember that. To cut this short, we've put your brains into your son's body. Otherwise, both of you would now be dead."
"Nurse! Fifteen cc's of Valium. We'll talk more, Fred."
Mike didn't know which was the greater shock, being called by his son's name or the painful entry of the needle into his forearm. He slowly slid off into oblivion as the sedative took control of his body away from him.
Mike's next period of awareness was more interesting. Looking at his chart was one of the most beautiful redheads Mike had ever seen. Dressed in the sterile, crisply starched white uniform of a nurse should have made her appear aloof, unreachable. Her basic sexiness still oozed out to the man. The chances were good that if she'd dressed in a burlap bag, she couldn't have hidden her trim figure.
As she came to the side of the bed, Mike got a good look at the white-stocking-clad legs. He felt his heartbeat accelerate. If they were still monitoring his every response, they'd be getting a treat now. The sight of the slender calves, the hint of the shapely, firm, succulent thighs was almost too much for him. Nothing turned him on more than legs, unless maybe it was her pert ass jutting impudently out behind her or the high, compact, conical tits. Or the flaming red hair cascading over her shoulders or the emerald green eyes or the lips, those full, lush lips with the hint of a smile flashing across them.
She was one hell of a knockout. Mike managed to say, in a voice better controlled than his previous conversation with the doctor, "If sexy nurses like you tend all the patients, I see why these rooms cost so damn much."
The hint of a smile blossomed into an ear-to-ear grin that exposed pearly white teeth and sent his pulse rate climbing even more. The poor computer hooked onto him must be blowing fuses and transistors left and right.
"We're not supposed to excite the patients," the redhead coolly said. Her words told Mike one thing, her stance, tone and look dancing in those fabulous green eyes told him a totally different story.
"You excite me just standing there. And what's with this 'we' business? You mean all the nurses look like a sultan's wet dream?"
She smirked a bit more and took his arm, apparently to measure his pulse rate. She managed to hold his arm up while she clinically studied her watch. His hand was so close to one of those impudent boobs that Mike concentrated like he had never done before in his life and literally willed his hand to respond to his mental command.
And it worked!
The hand began to slowly close, clutch at her compact, beckoning mound of flesh that protruded so invitingly. When Mike began to rhythmically, weakly squeeze, she seemed to pay no attention.
The tit flesh under his hand seemed to quiver in anticipation. Mike couldn't tell if it was the nurse eagerly wanting him to fondle and squeeze her starch-encased demiglobe of delight or his weakness. From the sensory feedback of his new body, Mike thought it was the mounting excitement in the frigid-appearing nurse.
She probably had a heart all ablaze in passion for him by now! '
"Damn, but just wait till I get, some control back on this body," Mike thought.
She dropped his feebly groping hand back onto the bed and carefully smoothed the fabric of her uniform. To no one in particular, she said, "We have to be so careful about wrinkles in these hideous outfits."
She looked down at him and smiled that bedazzling smile again and told him, "I'll check in on you later." As she turned to go, she said as if remembering something she had meant to say earlier, "And my name's Wendy." With that, she left, only the sound of crinkling starched fabric left behind.
That and the vague fragrance of woman. Mike took in huge draughts of air in an attempt to get as much of the elusive miasma into his lungs as possible. He had to admit she was quite an inducement to make him gain absolute control over his body. He couldn't even properly fondle a convenient jug when it was placed in his hand! How the mighty had fallen. He drifted back to sleep remembering days-and nights-of active sexuality in his previous life.
Dr. Speer was in the room again, checking his patient's chart. Mike managed to speak with some clarity and confidence, "Hi, doc. When are you going to let me out of here?"
Speer jumped as if someone had jabbed him in the posterior with one of his own needles. His eyes bored into Mike's and studied him, as one would a bug under a microscope, before he answered, "We want to keep you around until you have complete control over your body, and we are sure that there are no ... adverse ... psychological factors."
"You mean when you're sure I'm not a candidate for the rubber room?" The thought disgusted Mike. He was perfectly sane. Could he help it if he couldn't lift a beer stein yet?
"I didn't mean to imply that we thought you were insane. There has to be some trauma, shock, involved in learning that you no longer have your own body. In your case, being put into your own son's body might be an added shock. I must say, however, you appear to be adjusting very well. Can you take a drink of water from that glass?"
Mike turned his head and saw the indicated water glass on the bedside stand. He carefully reached over, gripped the glass, returned it to his mouth and downed the contents in one long gulp.
"Ahhhh! Thanks, doc. I didn't realize I was thirsty until you mentioned it." Mike carefully guided the glass back to the stand. If the doctor only realized how many times Mike had been practicing that very act, as simple as it seemed!
"Hmmm, your recovery of your motor activities is most remarkable. Since there has never before been even an attempted brain transplant, we are all eagerly awaiting your full recovery. I must go, but nurse Collins will look after you."
Mike was surprised and pleased when Wendy came in. She smiled brightly and told him, "I'm your nurse, Wendy. Do you want to fly me anywhere?"
Mike didn't hesitate. "Hell, yes! Fly with me beyond the rainbow in a wild flight of ecstasy. And if you can't do that, how about coming over here so I can show you something?"
She walked over and gasped when Mike's hand flashed out and grabbed her wrist with enough strength that she couldn't have broken away had she tried. But she didn't. She edged closer and moved Mike's hand to the front of her brittle blouse.
Neither said anything as Mike began unbuttoning the large white discs that held Wendy's uniform together. He had considerable trouble coordinating his efforts, but she was most helpful. Soon he had her uniform unbuttoned to her waist and began moving his hand inside her blouse in search of the twin mounds hidden under all that "starch and bleach.
Her tits were trapped in the cloth prison of a white brassiere. Mike managed to fumble around and insert his hand under one of the cups. His trained eye estimated about 36C-not too large, but big enough for a man still recovering from dying!
Wendy quietly said, "Wait a minute." She pulled away and went to the door. Opening it the tiniest amount, she hung a sign out on the door handle.
She returned and sat next to him on the bed. "I put out the 'Do Not Disturb' sign. Since Dr. Speer has made his nightly call, we shouldn't be disturbed by anyone. Privacy for the privileged patient, you know." Again, her radiant smile almost blinded him. He was liking it more and more in this hospital. The staff all seemed so friendly-and willing.
He reached back up her blouse and unfastened her bra. The bra cups slid forward slightly, still encasing her tantalizing breasts. His mouth began to water just thinking of' all that tender flesh waiting to be popped into his mouth. He tried to rise and couldn't.
Since Mohammed couldn't go to the mountain, Mike pulled the twin mountains of tit towards his pursed lips. Wendy didn't resist. She shrugged her shoulders slightly and got the bra up and off her tits.
They looked like twin stop lights glowing red in the fluorescent illumination of the room. Red fingers pointing at Mike. Red meaning stop-except in this case. Now, it very definitely meant GO!
His arms surged with strength, and he pulled her to him with a tug that almost took her breath. His lips closed on one of those ruddy tipped crests, and he began sucking the aroused nipple as if he were a starved infant. His tongue lashed out and collided with the now thoroughly erect pebble of flesh. He sucked as if his life depended on it until he drew the tit tip into his mouth.
He gently gnawed on the resilient nubbin and continued plying his tongue across the very end of the nipple. Wendy moaned lightly and tried to thrust her entire boob into his mouth. It was Mike's policy to only sample one morsel at a time, although the temptation was great to devour that entire marshmallowy mound in one big gulp.
"Oh, Freddie, that's soooo nice! You sure learned a lot at your mother's tittie!" Wendy straightened her shoulders and wiggled down so that Mike could sample all the firm, young jug he wanted.
He was mildly irritated at being called Freddie, but if that was the rule of the game he had to abide by to get a feast like that filling his mouth, he didn't care if she called him Adolf Hitler.
His weakened body began to betray him. He had to abandon the wonderful knocker that was just beginning to turn a nice, aroused, arousing cherry red at the tip. The aureole should have been a fiery red; Wendy should have been gasping and begging for more.
Mike just couldn't keep at it. He almost felt like crying.
"I ... I'm sorry, Wendy. I just don't have the strength yet. But don't leave ... I'll practice ... I'll get back my old vim and vigor and give you the best fucking you've ever had!"
Wendy pulled back and looked down at him with those blazing Brazilian topaz green eyes. "Why, Freddie, for a seventeen year old, you sure come on strong."
Was it possible she didn't know? Could she have not seen the notation that the body mav have been seventeen but the brain was thirty-eight?
"Tell me, Wendy, what's my chart say? About the accident?"
"Nothing to worry about. You had some brain surgery and that took a lot of your voluntary motor control away from you. Nothing else."
So, they hadn't told anyone about his brain transfer. Mike's agile brain considered all the possibilities. No releases had been signed. It might be an illegal operation without all the legal eagle stuff. He was alive, so he couldn't complain, but the fact that Speer and the other doctors had tried to keep it a secret, even from the hospital staff, made for interesting speculation.
He couldn't kick. Hell, that was the problem! He couldn't even move his leg!
Wendy sighed and wistfully told him, "I'll make you keep your promise. Why...." she turned and saw the tenting of the bedsheet covering his loins. "...What can that be?"
She whipped back the sheet and Mike saw his hard-on jutting proud and firm, shaking slightly with ill-repressed desire.
"You sly dog. You weren't tired at all! You just wanted a bit of attention in more fun places!" Wendy grabbed his cock and lay down on the bed, fondling and stroking his erection. A bit of repositioning and she pulled his jerking manhood across the turgid tips of her breasts.
Mike could feel the throb-throb-throb of the blood as it pounded into the nipple. She was really hot for him. And could he deny her for a single instant?
"Go ahead, Wendy, and suck on it. I can feel it."
Green eyes looked up into his and he could read L-U-S-T spelled out clearly in the nurse's gaze. He slowly nodded his head.
Wendy licked her lips, slowly, provocatively, then gripped his pillar of flesh with an almost agonizing power. She slowly brought his cock to her mouth. Her tongue began to flicker in and out like that of a snake.
At first, Mike felt nothing. Then tiny wet spots seemed to grow on his granite erection. The wet spots began to flame and burn as her tongue lingered as she touched it to his cock. The purpled arrowhead was soon completely drenched with her saliva. It began to spread its hood like a cobra, its purpled, turgid, blood-surfeited hood perched high atop the seven-inch-long prod.
Mike felt Wendy's hot breath sensitizing and exciting the delicate flesh of his pole. Then the flames were temporarily quenched as she took his glans into her mouth. She began a slow suction that seemed to draw his length into her wet, dank oral cavern. Her tongue flittered on the underside of his cock, and Mike involuntarily gasped with delight.
The sheer carnal thrill he felt was beginning to boil and churn in his balls. His testicles were roiling around in the rapidly heating semen and sperm held entrapped in the furry little sac dangling at the base of his mighty cock. Mike's control was faulty; he realized that almost instantly. He felt the slow, inexorable push of the fiery come inching along his iron-hard length. With a supreme effort of will, he managed to hold back his ejaculation.
His son's body was not trained in the ways of sex. But how much was mental and how much was physical? Mike was determined that his brain could control any bodily reaction, even to preventing a premature ejaculation.
He concentrated on the erotic feel of her tongue laving his fevered rod, delighted in the wet, rough digit of taste exploring every square millimeter of his flesh hidden behind those ruby red, puckered lips. Her slender needle of searching, probing tongue found the pinprick hole at the end of his shaft. Wendy tried to insinuate her deft little tongue down that impossibly small passage. She knew she could never succeed. So did Mike.
But it gave them both so much pleasure trying!
Her teeth lightly closed on his burgeoning shaft and lightly scored the sides. Tingles volted down his cock and detonated hidden desire in his groin. Again he tried to control himself. This time he was only partially successful. The tiny, crystal clear drop of pre-seminal fluid squirted out the tip of his dick.
A deft, lightning quick swoop of Wendy's tongue lifted that tasty drop and she savored it as one might a fine vintage wine, a superbly prepared steak, a true gourmet item. She renewed her sucking on his cock and burrowed her face far down into his tinder-dry pubic hair.
The feel of her hot breath so near his nuts pulled an involuntary groan from Mike's lips. He was enjoying this immensely. The chick was really great at giving head, and did he ever need some type of sexual release. He could feel tons of his semen hanging heavy in his hairy sac. He hadn't come in several weeks, to judge by the feel of the pressure building up inside him, igniting embers in his belly to full, raging conflagrations.
As Wendy took his cock further and further into her mouth and increased the suction, the fires of lust began to consume Mike's body. His hips started thrusting up to meet her face, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. As the tempo of his thrusting increased, so did the excruciating, delightfully erotic suction on his pillar of marimeat.
As if a white curtain was pulled across his brain, he became mentally benumbed by the impact of this oral sex act. His body began to respond without his conscious control. His face fucking of the beautiful redheaded nurse reached a fever pitch sooner than it should.
He blasted his balls off into her face, filling her mouth with the long-stored gallons and gallons of his creamy white come. He arched his back in an attempt to reach her stomach with the glans of his cock. Wendy lay there and sucked and sucked and sucked until every pearly drop of his seed was milked from his fleshy fire hose.
Mike looked down at Wendy after his once-proud cock had deflated and hung like a limp worm at his groin. She was smiling lasciviously, her fleeting tongue licking the last of his fiery, white-hot come from her greedy lips.
After she swallowed the last tiny tidbit, she said in a low-pitched, sexy voice, "Just wait till you recover some more! We'll have some really good times together, then!"
With that Circe's promise lingering in his brain, Mike dropped off into a deep, lust-sated sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
Mike and Wendy continued the sex therapy almost every night, Mike's coordination and staying power increasing as his weeks in the hospital lengthened into a month. Having nothing else to do, and doubting he could find a more beautiful and willing partner than Wendy, he tried to exercise his every muscle with every possible sex technique they could think up.
Wendy was amazed at a supposedly seventeen-year-old boy's vast sexual knowledge. Mike just tossed off her protests with, "It's this permissive education and upbringing. I read the Kama Sutra before I did Cinderella. I got my first piece of ass when I was fourteen," which was true. For Mike, not for Fred.
"You sure as hell have learned a lot in only three years."
"Well, Wendy, I'm no good at sports, but I wanted to be in the Olympics so very badly I practiced diligently night and day. Every opportunity that came my way, I took."
Wendy looked puzzled. "Olympics?"
Mike smiled and tossed out the punch line to his build up, "Yeah, the Sex Olympics in Tijuana!"
They both laughed long and hard at that. Finally, Wendy managed to contain her mirth long enough to say, "You don't have to go all the way to Mexico. I'll give you a gold medal."
Mike smiled and said, "Not yet. I still don't feel quite strong enough to properly fuck you cross-eyed. I want to see your sea-green eyes glazed with lust, begging me for more, begging me to stuff you full of my cock, pleading for me to fuck you...."
His voice drifted off as he heard the door open and Dr. Speer entered, followed by Milano and Slatten. The three dismissed Wendy, who now appeared the epitome of efficiency. Mike sighed as he watched the passionate wench, now a professional iceberg, leave. He knew she'd be back-later.
"How are you feeling today, Mr. Montague?" asked Milano.
"Fine, doctor, just fine. Here, let me show you." The assembled physicians watched as Mike went through a series of strenuous calisthenics, finishing with a deep breath. He was barely winded by his exertion.
The three scribbled like maniac Hemingways on their tablets, leaving inky hieroglyphics on the pads. They silently came and circled Mike, probing and pinching until he knew how the wagon train of settlers had felt when they had been surrounded by a band of hostile Indians shooting flaming arrows at them.
"Well, gentlemen?" Speer turned to his fellow doctors. They jotted down more incomprehensible notes.
Finally, Slatten spoke. "Physically, he seems fit. Blood pressure is 110/80, pulse rate is really fantastic. Only 68. The muscle development isn't very good...."
"Hey, doc, let me explain about that," Mike said. "Fred wasn't much on sports or keeping his body trim. He would have probably gotten a beer gut before he was thirty. If he had ever decided to even try beer. Now I keep myself in shape. Jog a mile every day and play basketball twice a week with a semi-pro team."
The three looked at each other with their oddly indecipherable glances. Milano coughed and began a long diatribe, averting his eyes from Mike's. "Mr. Montague, this is one reason why you haven't been released yet. Physically, you are in good condition. However, you seem to maintain a duplicate set of memories in certain things. You talk about yourself as if you were thirty-eight. You are only seventeen.
"Your thirty-eight year old body is not only dead, but dead and buried almost a month ago. Please! Let me talk. You are now seventeen, no matter what your memory tells you. And, for complicated reasons which I can't even begin to explain, we would all prefer you to assume the identity of your son, Frederick. We know that this body contains the brain and memory of Michael Montague, but we hope you'll see fit to go along with us in this trivial matter. We've set some very unusual precedents as to who you actually are."
Mike thought for a moment and asked, "Precedent? Yes, I suppose you did. That ambulance must have picked us up before authorized to do so. You performed an unauthorized operation. The public outcry at such a brain transplant could ruin you all if word leaked out about it. Are those the 'complicated reasons' you can't go into?" Mike shrewdly eyed the three men. Their nervousness betrayed them. He had hit the target dead on center.
Slatten continued as spokesman. "I'm not going to lie. Those are all valid reasons we would prefer to keep this quiet. But don't get any ideas about blackmailing us. We saved your life. Your son was stone cold dead when he got here, and you'll never get anyone to testify otherwise. And ... it's to your financial advantage to pretend that you are Fred.
"You have become very wealthy, Mr. Montague. Or rather, your wife has. She collected double indemnity when the coroner signed the death certificate on Michael F. Montague stating he did, indeed, die accidentally in a car wreck. She collected a quarter of a million dollars, tax free. Rock the boat and we might be able to convince the insurance company that the legal definition of death involves the cessation of brain wave patterns. Michael Montague would then still live, and Fred Montague would be dead.
"How much insurance did you carry on your Son, Mr. Montague?"
Mike knew they had him. A quarter of a million bucks? Two hundred and fifty thousand crisp, green, crinkly bills?
"Gee, doc, I don't know. My father took care of all that. Mike, my dad, was a real whiz at all that kind of stuff. Dig?"
The three wryly smiled and said, almost in unison, "Yeah, we dig. Your wife is outside, and she'd like to see you."
Mike looked at Milano, then said, "Send my ... mother ... in."
Milano looked surprised, and Mike could see him mentally chiding himself for the momentary slip. "Sorry. Your ... mother ... is waiting. We'll send her right in."
Judy Montague hesitantly entered the room. Mike greeted her effusively, "Doll! I hear we're rich!" He picked her up in his arms and spun her around as he planted a juicy kiss on her mouth.
"Fred! Put me down! I mean, Mike, uh ... oh!" She broke out in a fit of tears. Mike put his arm around her shoulder and tried to comfort her.
"Look, Judy, I'm sure the doctors explained everything. I'm still me, Mike, only I'm in Fred's scrawny body. He never used it. At least I'll get a chance to. Do you understand?"
She quietly sobbed. "No, dammit, I don't! Are you Mike or are you Fred? Are you my son or my husband? Oh, damn!" The distraught woman pulled herself free from his embrace and ran from the room.
Mike sat on the hospital bed thinking about all the problems facing him. The insurance money made it appear that it would be worth the effort to maintain the charade. And he could probably con the doctors into giving him all his medical bill on the cuff. He couldn't really lose.
And he was alive! Alive and able to see the world!
That perplexed him for a moment. Fred had worn heavy glasses with lenses that looked like the bottoms of old coke bottles. Yet Mike detected no blurry, myopic vision. He could see as well as the old Mike. Maybe it wasn't the body that connted, but the brain behind the muscles. Maybe his brain refused to cope with nearsightedness and had corrected that fault.
This seventeen-year-old boy could certainly stand a new landlord. He had loved his son, but Fred just didn't live up to what Mike considered manly behavior patterns. That argument about girls, for instance. Fred was a complete waste at sports. Fred was pretty close to being a zero in the equation of life.
Mike would change all that.
He spun at the faint sound of crinkly material sliding into the room. He saw that red-haired bombshell, Wendy, standing there.
At least Fred's body was normal in its response to a sexy woman. Mike felt his penis hardening into a usable, fun-filled cock.
"Hello, doll. Still hot for me to fuck you cross-eyed?"
She shook her hair loose as she removed that silly-looking nurse's cap. "Still the same old reprobate, I see. I'll never know how you can have a teenager's body and the filthy mind of a senile old codger."
"I work hard at it, Wendy, my love. I'm being released tomorrow. Did you know that?"
She seemed momentarily crushed. "Yes, that's why I came in. Do you need any more 'therapy' before you leave?" The eagerness with which she said it showed she was eager to be fucked by the old/young man with the steely erection.
The nurse no longer showed the icy, polar exterior as she passionately clutched him to her supple body. She sniffed a bit as she said, "I'm going to miss you. It isn't very often I get someone who is so gentle and ... willing to go along with my sexual needs. You can't believe what tensions build up trying to appear calm and collected when you are a confused, upset mess inside. And those doctors! All of them are lechers, pinching my rear and ... ouch!"
Mike innocently looked down at her and declared, "It had to be one of those lecherous doctors that pinched your ass. Poor, innocent little Freddie Montague would never do anything like that!"
"The hell you wouldn't!" she stormed. "You're as bad as the rest of them!"
"No, I'm not!" cried Mike. "I'm worse! Until I can get you into that bed. Then I'll show you I'm better than the entire lot of them!"
"A seventeen-year-old braggart ... who knows how to please a lovely woman. Shut up and strip for me. Slow!" he commanded in a stern voice.
The very tone of Mike's voice shocked her into obeying without question. She was unused to a teenager having that self-assured outlook, the command quality in his voice that demanded and received absolute obedience.
She obeyed. Slowly. Wendy carefully unfastened each button of her blouse and pulled the veiling fabric out from under her belt as she turned her back to Mike. Wendy then slowly, sinuously wiggled out of her blouse, first exposing one milky white shoulder, then the other. The blouse seemed to fall off her arms in slow motion to expose the smooth expanse of her back, divided by the chalky white strap of her bra.
She reached back to unfasten it and, as she did, she looked over her shoulder at Mike. Her wet, pink tongue creeped around her lips, sensuously wetting them, inviting him to sample their delights.
Mike watched. Outwardly he was impassive. Inside, however, he was feeling the ancient stirring of pure lust for a truly voluptuous woman.
Wendy undid the bra, writhed out of it and tossed it to Mike, spinning round and round like a sexy, shapely top. Mike caught sight of the twin red tips of her tits and the jiggling, bouncing motion of her jugs. She stopped her pirouette and faced him. With the centrifugal motion no longer pulling her creamy' melons away from her body, the twin peaks sagged slightly. Not much, but enough for Mike to know that Wendy was at her prime now. Ripe. Luscious and lustful. Another few years and her boobs would start to sag like overfilled milkbags.
But it was for now that he lived. He reveled in the sleek appearance of her flanks, the jiggling dance of her tits, the provocative leer that lingered on her lips.
She climbed out of her skirt with far more grace than Mike would have thought possible. She unsnapped her garter belt and, like a feminine slingshot, snapped it at him. He grabbed it and yanked it out of her hands. She started to peel off the rough, white stockings but Mike stopped her.
"Leave them on. I like to fuck a woman wearing stockings. But get those Godawful cotton panties off. NOW!"
In a smooth, fluid motion, the offending panties landed on top of her skirt and blouse. She stood before him, stocking-clad legs invitingly spread, awaiting his further commands.
She slowly advanced to him, arms outstretched in open invitation. His eyes drank in her beauty. Those legs were even better than he had hoped. Soon they would be locked around his waist as he sank his iron-hard rod far into her juicy, tight pussy. He watched her bush, that flaming red pubic hair covered bush, glide toward him. It appeared even redder in contrast with the bone-white stockings and the milky smoothness of her belly.
But his eyes kept going back to her plump, fully fleshed ass. He loved asses. Holding them, squeezing them, running his fingers between the asscheeks into that humid, dank crease until he found the incredibly tight little muscle guarding a woman's rear passage to her belly.
He considered taking her in the ass. But Wendy was hot to have his cock buried in her pussy. He couldn't disappoint her. Not after all she had done to aid in his rapid recovery to full manhood. Her therapy had brought him full control over Fred's body in a surprisingly short time. Mike chuckled at old Siggy Freud. The guy had been right about sex being the real motivating factor in human behavior. If it hadn't been for the beautiful, sexy and willing nurse, he might still be trying to gain control over his legs and arms.
With her as both incentive and reward, it had been easy!
Mike quickly tossed off the loose hospital gown and showed Wendy his raging hard-on. It hurt with the intensity of his need to be inside her cunt, blasting his come into her yarning interior.
But Mike had spent hours jerking off in an effort to learn to control himself. He'd see how effective that extra-curricular "therapy" was now.
He pulled Wendy down to the bed and passionately kissed her slightly opened mouth. His lips crushed her lush, full petal-like lips and soon insinuated his tongue into her mouth. He caressed and stroked her tongue with his, feeling the damp and dank underside. The humid cavern seemed to heat up as he played and frolicked in that ivory-guarded fastness, rolling and tumbling, tongue on tongue in erotic oral acrobatics.
He tasted her sweet saliva as he began to suck on her lower lip. Soon, the flesh trembled and quivered. Placing his hand on her left breast, he found that even here the flesh was shaking in anticipation of what was to come later.
Mike knew that such a sensitive, passion-wracked woman must have earlobes worthy of attention. He pulled his tongue from her mouth with a slight sucking slurpy noise as Wendy applied suction to keep his organ of taste locked in her mouth. Mike quickly moved to her ear and plunged his hot, saliva drenched tongue far into the tiny channel, then wiggled it like a spastic snake. His hot breath sensitized the ear to an almost painful level for the woman. When he began to nibble and lick her earlobe, a shuddery sigh escaped her lips, and Wendy arched her back to thrust her body against his-hard.
All the while he was delving into her ear and whispering soothing little words, his hands roved over her luscious body. One hand found a convenient resting spot high atop a mound of female flesh. He squeezed and manipulated the pliant tit, trying to reform it into some other shape. The task was impossible but Mike loved the feel of Wendy's titflesh flowing between his fingers like putty.
His other hand strayed below her waist and slowly pushed through the jungle of her fiery red pubic thatch. The soft fleecy down was rapidly becoming a soggy mass from the huge flow of cunt juices pouring out of the wanton woman's pussy.
The feel of all that lust oozing from between Wendy's thighs quickened Mike's pulse. His breathing became tortured until he managed to smooth it out into deep, gusty breaths!
Each exhalation into Wendy's seashell-like ear pushed her up the glorious slopes of orgasm. Her body continually shook now, the ill-suppressed need for a man, a real he-man, betraying her.
Mike soon tired of the relatively featureless ear and licked his way down Wendy's jawline to her throat. At the base of her throat, he kissed and licked with his rugose oral digit. He could feel her Adam's apple bob up and down every time she swallowed. And that was often, now that he was slowly exciting her like she had never before been stimulated.
Too many of the men in her life had been of the "Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am!" school of fucking. Mike was more experienced. He wanted complete and total domination of his women. He liked them to quiver at his touch. Beg him for his cock. Plead for him to fuck them hard and long. Without the proper f oreplay, the right building of sexual tensions, an intensely passionate, willing and responsive woman could lie under a man like a corpse.
Mike didn't know if there was anything wrong with necrophilia. He had never tried it, and he never knocked anything he hadn't done at least once. But he was vastly more excited by the prospect of a willing, warm and wiggly wench under him, moaning out her passions, giving him pleasure as he dished it out to her. He most assuredly didn't want any woman he fucked to just lie there, bored, unexcited, as uninterested as if ) she had been a corpse.
He knew all those sex instruction books about the desirability of simultaneous orgasm were so much bullshit. He could satisfy both himself and his woman and he knew it. What difference did it make if they both climaxed at the same time?
The only thing Mike really tried hard to achieve was a good fuck. Each and every time. He had to feel he was doing his best. And so far, he had never gone off half-cocked.
He arrived for a close-up look at her scrumptious, delectable jugs. He slowly ran his tongue around the perimeter of one of those high thrusting cones. Wendy began to tremble as if she had an erotic epilepsy as Mike slowly and agonizingly made his way up one of those snowy white slopes.-He circled and spiralled around her tit using his tongue to blaze a wide, wet trail.
The saliva-wet region behind marked every square inch of her skin on the sensitive slope that he touched. As he reached the crest with its ruddy, cobble-stoned plain, he pounced on the now erect nipple and shoved it into his mouth with the hunger of a man almost starved to death.
That hard little mushroom was the best tasting morsel he had ever tried. Mike sucked and licked across the aureole and felt the heart beating just inches under this mountain of flesh. He teased and tickled the pebble held captive by both tongue and teeth. Wendy groaned and arched her back, shoving more of her boob into his mouth.
Mike opened his jaws and the pillowy tit came surging in. He accepted it a small bit at a time. Finally, the point was reached where Mike's teeth were leaving red welts on the alabaster white flesh. Rather than discourage Wendy from trying to force the entire demiglobe into his mouth, he encouraged it because it seemed to drive her into a frenzy of wiggling and writhing motion. She shoved her chest upward into his awaiting mouth with even greater fervor than before.
He almost took the entire melon-like hill of tit into his oral cavity. His teeth cut cruelly into her flesh, and his jaws were strained to the utmost, but Wendy didn't seem to even notice. If she was feeling pain, it was so confused with the intense pleasure messages being forced into her brain that she could not separate the two.
Pleasure/pain, pain/pleasure, what was the difference?
He slowly squirted the tortured boob out of his mouth. Wendy raised her eyelids and peered at him with lust-glazed eyes and demanded, "Don't stop! That's sooooo nice! Ohhhhh, yessss!"
Mike had begun a similar program of sensual improvement on her other, up to now neglected hillock. He continued sucking and kissing, caressing and fondling, biting and laving with saliva until he was out of breath.
Wendy's breath had started to come in short, staccato bursts. She sounded like an erotic machine gun, so uneven was her breathing rhythm.
His tongue lolled in the deep valley between her breasts, hot and wet, recovering for further activity. He tasted the salt of her perspiration, and, pressing his ear against her tit, could hear the lub-dubbing of her rapidly beating heart. Overlaying all of this was the silky smooth feel of her skin, now slick with sweat, and the unbelievably sensual perfume of a woman aroused. The subtle, undefinable musk odor assailed and titillated Mike's nostrils.
He knew he was truly exciting her. In fact, he was sure that an orgasm for her was just a grope away.
Rested from his eager activity on her boobs, Mike began moving down Wendy's body toward the sexual Bermuda triangle of her cunt where he intended to become totally lost.
He kissed and licked his way across the smooth, flat, well muscled stomach until he discovered the deep depression of her navel. He paused, wondering at its depth. His tongue leaped out and descended into the nurse's belly button, intent on plummeting to the very bottom. He found the end of his search and then swirled his tongue around and around until he felt the once cool and reserved nurse churn in response to his stirring oral digit.
Mike kissed this tiny depression and headed for a larger hole, one which would lead into Wendy's distant, seething volcano of an interior. On the way down to her gash, he passed first over her pubic mound covered with that fiercely red pubic hair that so attracted him. It wasn't a dull, mousy red-brown combination. It wasn't the fake carrot red of a circus clown's fright wig. It was honest to God flaming red. Irish red, fiery, passionate, wonderfully sexy vibrant cardinal red. RED!
He wiggled his nose in the soggy mat and deeply inhaled the freshness of the aroma. How he loved the smell of a woman!
Afraid to linger too long, Mike finally slid down between the twin marble pillars of Wendy's fabulous thighs. His erection began to quiver and jerk at the thought of being entrapped by those wonderful thighs. Thighs and asses, those were his turn-ons.
The thighs guarded the luscious cunt, the ass rolled and flowed out around the tiny asshole. Those two ports into a woman's interior were what counted. He didn't discount the mouth, especially Wendy's, which had given his cock so much pleasure and needed relief. But between a woman's legs were the areas he enjoyed most. This was the ultimate goal for Mike. He needed to cram his cock into a gushing snatch or an incredibly tight asshole. The indescribable pleasure he derived from being surrounded by a woman's body was the basis for his continual interest in sex.
There were so many ways to approach a cunt or an asshole. So many wondrous variations on a theme. And after he got to his destination, there were an almost infinite number of ways of entering and stimulating his cock.
Ah, woman! Mike could not think of anything else he would rather possess.
He felt his cock expand ever more at the sight of Wendy's flowing cunt. He lapped and licked up her cunt juices as a man lost in the desert would drown himself in the water of an oasis. Mike thrust his tongue past the blood-filled outer labia and slowly dragged his tongue along the scalloped, tender inner lips. If Wendy had been hot before, she was a white-hot bomb waiting to explode in orgasm now.
Mike took his time slowly circling the exterior of her slit to excite her even further. When her shy little clitoris finally poked its head up out of its fleshy sheath, Mike pounced on it. He took it into his mouth like he had her nipples. He sucked. He licked. He lightly scored its short length with his teeth. His breath gusted out and tickled her pubic hair while his stubble coated chin ground against Wendy's perineum. If she had an ember smoldering in her belly, it had grown to a raging fire by now!
Mike slowly and excruciatingly slid his tongue along her gash, savoring the flavor of woman wine. He moved back along her sensitive perineum and tried to poke his tongue into her asshole.
The tight, greedy little anal sphincter muscle refused to budge. It desired nothing of this oral invader. Mike didn't want to take the time to coax the reluctant guardian to relax and allow him entry.
Mike now felt that burning sensation mount in his own groin. The feeling that his balls were a pressure cooker without a safety valve. That he was going to erupt at any instant. He had to get into Wendy.
He climbed back up the struggling woman's body as if she were a tree. He commanded her, "Spread 'em! Open your legs!"
As she obeyed, she mumbled through passion-numbed lips, "Christ, Freddie, take me! Ram hard into me! Fill me with that huge cock of yours!"
Wendy had raised her legs and her slit opened in invitation to Mike's turgid cock. His spear drove directly for its target. He caught the outer lips and folded them into her cunt as he plunged far into her.
She sucked in her breath and screamed out, "Yessss! Fuuck meeee! Rammmitttt! HARD! Fuck my cunt!"
Mike grunted with the exertion of his powerful initial thrust into that seething, bubbling volcano that was her cunt. Mike was no longer thinking in rational, easy-to-follow thought patterns.
All he knew for sure was that this was one of the tightest, hottest, wettest cunts he had ever been plugged into. She began moving her knees back and forth like butterfly wings.
Each time her knees went out, Mike felt an incredible tightening of an already snug cunt. The pressure along his length made him feel as if he had gotten trapped in a velvet-lined vise. Wendy's cuntal muscles were well trained, and they clutched and grabbed at his cock with fierce determination.
She didn't want him to leave his safe, snug haven far inside her belly.
Mike began extracting his tool, slowly, against great suction. He came free with a lewd, obscene sucking noise. The instant his arrowhead emerged from Wendy's depths, he rammed back into her as hard as he could. This time his thrusting was so strong, he felt the very tip of his cock touch her deeply hidden cervix.
Both man and woman were constantly moaning out their intense passions. Mike began a slow, rhythmical humping and Wendy shrieked out her pent-up feelings.
Mike plunged time and again into her boiling cauldron of carnality, rotating his hips and stirring her to even higher peaks of sensation. He wanted her strung out to the breaking point. He didn't want her to ever forget him or his cock. He may have a seventeen-year-old body, but he had the fucking ability of a thirty-eight-year-old expert. And that expertise had been developed over almost two and a half decades of diligent practice with hundreds of different women.
As he rocked back and forth avidly screwing her yearning cunt, Mike felt the liquid warmth sloshing out of her love tunnel and dribbling down onto his balls. The little furred sac that contained his precious jewels had contracted into a tight sphere in anticipation of ejaculation. Wendy's juices tickled and excited him, and the sensation pushed him close to the edge. He was nearing orgasm.
Mike reached down and took both of Wendy's breasts in his hands. As he squeezed the modeling clay-like flesh, he took the nipples between thumb and forefinger and rolled the buttons back and forth. His reward was a low, deep moan from the nurse before a long shuddery wave passed from one end of her body to the other.
The mailed grip of orgasm locked all her muscles in that strange rictus of pleasure and blotted out the entire world except for Mike's cock crammed into her cunt, filling her to overflowing. The delicate membrane of her vaginal walls transmitted his heat and quivering and stroking to her brain. The pressure against her clit finally triggered her climax.
She screamed and as she did, her cuntal muscles wildly grabbed the man-stalk in its fluid channel. Mike gulped and bent his back as he felt the surge of a hot tidal wave hurl along his cock.
His pressurized balls had blown their load, and the superheated white opalescent come drenched and bathed Wendy's cunt. Star shells exploded in Mike's mind and gut. He rocked and rode with the hurricane winds wracking his body as he mindlessly rammed in and out of the nurse's manhole.
Finally, the unrelenting grip of orgasm died in Mike, and the world came back into focus. He looked down at the woman in which his cock still rigidly lay. Wendy was beautiful. There was no denying that. Red hair covered the pillow on the hospital bed, her eyes half closed in post-coital dreaminess. The voluptuous body that he had just possessed was slowly returning to its normal rate of breathing.
Mike stared down between his legs and saw his once proud cock become detumescent and limply fall from the come-filled cunt.
It had been one hell of a good fuck. Mike was sure that Wendy would not soon forget the seventeen-year-old kid who had given her the screwing of her twenty-four-year-old life.
And she didn't.
CHAPTER FOUR
Dr. Speer said to Mike, "I can't find anything wrong with your physical condition and our psychiatrists cannot find any reason to keep you around the hospital any longer. Besides, your insurance company is starting to get downright fidgety about keeping you here any longer."
Mike laughed, his voice sounding a little shrill to him. "I know what it's like, Doc. Believe me. But I do want to get out of this joint. Not that the hospitality hasn't been great!"
Mike eyed the polar-cold, heavily starched Wendy. The vixen was standing like a statue behind the array of doctors. But merriment-and a bit of sorrow, Mike thought-was in the brilliant green eyes of the redheaded nurse. She was sorry to see such a willing and sexually expert patient leave her life.
And Mike was a little sorry that he had to leave her behind. He thought of the blow job she had given him and how it helped him along the road to recovery. His coordination had improved by leaps and bounds thanks to the flame-haired nurse. She was just the reward he needed to learn control over his son's body.
But life had to go on. Mike idly considered coming back and servicing the fiery nurse. In a way, he pitied her. An icicle on the exterior and a passionate, sexy woman on the inside. Mike shrugged it off. Such were the penalties of her chosen profession.
Mike had the future to look forward to. And Mike seldom looked back. The future was always more exciting, the greater challenge to his talents...." so if you'll just climb into the wheelchair, Miss Collins will take you down to your car. Your ... mother ... is waiting for you, Fred."
Mike didn't miss the implications of Speer's momentary hesitation. The man was warning Mike to play out the role until later.
"Thanks for everything, Doc. But I can walk down. Got two good legs under me, you know."
"Regulations, son, regulations. And I'm sure Miss Collins doesn't mind at all."
Mike thought, She probably wishes she could be fucking me instead of wheeling me around in a goddamn wheelchair!
"Okay. You're still the boss."
Dr. Speer muttered under his breath, "I wonder." Then, in a louder voice, "Be sure to come back for those biweekly checkups until we can be certain everything is going to stay where it belongs."
Mike waved jauntily as Wendy wheeled him down the corridor. He said to the lovely, red-haired beauty, "Sorry to be going so soon. Your therapy was too good, I guess."
Wendy sighed. "Maybe it was. But I'm glad you're going to be up and around. Nurses shouldn't fall for their patients, but sometimes everything gets so built up inside of me, it sort of explodes."
She was silent until they reached the ground floor. Smiling a smile she didn't mean, Wendy told the man-boy, "Go out and give'em hell, tiger!"
Mike grinned and said, "I'll give them more than that. And I'll think of you when I do, doll. You can bet on that!"
Judy Montague walked up then, and Wendy became the epitome of professionalism. "Best wishes for a complete recovery, Fred. Good day, Mrs. Montague." With that, Wendy spun on her heel and walked off, the starched uniform crinkling around her voluptuous body.
Mike stood up and put his arm around Judy's waist. "Well, dear, let's blow this place. Never did like hospitals. Even if they are good for something every now and then."
"Like saving your life, Fred?" Judy asked in a quavering voice.
'Yeah." Mike looked at his wife for a moment, then asked her, "Have you got it all straight in your head now? I'm your husband even though I may be inside Fred's body. Dig?"
"Dig?"
"Sorry, just practicing some of the slang teenagers seem to use."
"You're behind the times, I think." Judy guided the boy who was her husband toward the front door of the hospital. V
"What the hell? I can learn."
As soon as they had climbed into the car, with Mike behind the wheel, Judy told him, "You're legally dead, you know. Mike, I mean. The insurance company came through with a pile of money since it was an accidental death."
"Yeah, the doc told me. That's really great. Nailed those bloodsucking bastards for a bundle, too! Never thought I'd find a way to enjoy the money from my own death. I'm the first guy in history who took it with him!" Mike laughed uproariously as he carefully guided the small car in and out of the mid-day traffic. His skill and reaction time hadn't diminished during his stay in the hospital.
The only thing that bothered him was the weak feeling in his arms and legs. Fred's body would have to be built up to where it had some strength. That dead son of his hadn't really cared about anything but his crummy schoolbooks.
"How much did we really clear off that quarter of a million, doll?" Mike inquired.
"Just that. I decided to take the payments over the next ten years at twenty-five grand a year. Think we can live well enough off that?"
"Damn right we can! And with me working...." Mike's voice trailed off. Why should he work if they had that kind of bread coming in? Two grand a month was a lot of money.
They could just sit back and take it easy!
Judy pointed out just what Mike had been thinking. "You can't really work, Fr ... Mike. You're only seventeen, you know."
"To hell with the nitty-gritty stuff. Let's go out on the town tonight and celebrate me getting out of the hospital! I'm so damned sick and tired of the regurgitated slop they've been forcing down my gullet, I can use a big, thick, juicy and raw steak. I want a steak so rare it'll moo when I stick my fork into it!"
Judy ran a hand through her brown hair to remove the slight wave that had fallen across her forehead. She studied the man in the driver's seat of their car. It looked like her son, even sounded like him with the slight adolescent break in his voice. But there was a power and intensity that was purely her husband's.
Her husband had been dominant; her son had been withdrawing. It was obvious that she'd have to adapt to the new situation.
"So I figure that I can get Fred's body built up into something worthwhile in a month or two. He's got my bone structure, and his muscles haven't started to harden up yet. Maybe some weight lifting for starters. And jogging. Gotta keep up the steam if I want to make you proud of me in the old sack!"
Judy shivered. Fred was about six feet tall and very slender. Mike's old body had been shorter, stockier. To have her son making love to her was something she was finding it hard to accept. Judy sighed. That was another hurtle she'd have to leap over when the time came.
That night, they went to their favorite restaurant. It took a few minutes of hassling with the waiter to convince him that Fred was actually her son. Mike insisted on acting the big man until it occurred to him that they might get thrown out. When he cooled it and let Judy do the talking, she managed to convince everyone that Fred was, indeed, her son and could legally drink as long as she was with him.
"Hell," Mike snarled after the waiter left, "I've been drinking everything from moonshine to Chivas Regal since I was fifteen. I've been drinking longer than that waiter's been alive!"
"Yes, Mike," Judy quietly agreed, "But Fred hasn't. Fred is only seventeen. You're going to have to watch yourself in public."
"You're right, dear. I'm sorry I forgot. But it really pisses me off to have them treating me like I was a kid still wet behind the ears!"
"In the eyes of the insurance company, you still are. And if you're not, we don't have any of that big money coming in."
Mike laughed. "Michael F. Montague is dead and buried. Fingerprints match my Army records, NSA security clearance records, even the coroner was satisfied with my death. They can't possibly stop the payments now."
"But they could try legal action unless we play along. You have to admit that it could get messy."
"Screw'em!" But Mike kept quiet the rest of the evening. He danced as marvelously well as always, spinning Judy across the floor with the flourishes and spins and turns they both so enjoyed.
Laughing, they left. Mike said, sotto voce, "See the way all those guys were staring at you? They think you're a hot piece of ass to have a youngster like me chasing after you like I was."
He pinched his wife on the ass. When she squealed in protest, he added, "And you know what? You are a really hot piece of ass!"
Judy had to smile. Mike was his old incorrigible self. But in Fred's body. That momentarily gave her a pang of guilt. Her son was dead, but her husband lived. If she could have chosen, would she have done it differently? Would she have allowed her son to live while her husband perished?
Judy was confused again and said little on the drive home.
Once back at their house, Mike lifted Judy in his arms and carried her over the threshold. He explained, "It's just like being married again, right? So the groom carries the bride across the threshold like this!"
He puffed slightly when he gently deposited her on the living room sofa. Mike wiped at a bead of sweat that had formed on his forehead, then declared, "And just like a honeymoon, let's have a little roll in the hay, what'ya say to that, sweetheart?"
Judy wanly smiled. "I ... I don't know, Fr ... Mike. It's all so sudden, you in Fred's body and all."
"Nonsense! Still got the same old sex drives I always had. And you sure ought to, also. You haven't been dead and brought back to life like I have!"
"Mike! Stop being so morbid!"
"I'm not being morbid, dearest. I'm being grateful. And that's why I want to fuck that lovely, beautiful, lily-white rear end of yours. You don't know what torture it's been in the hospital, deprived of sexual outlets...." Mike was lying like a rug, but he didn't care. What Judy didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
"No!" Judy's answer was emphatic. "Not yet. Give me time to ... to adjust to all this."
"Fuck that! And I want to fuck you!" Mike made a dive for his wife.
Judy shrieked and managed to elude his clutching fingers by scant inches. Mike vaulted over the sofa and pursued his fleeing mother-wife. He succeeded in trapping her in a corner of the front room.
Mike's slender fingered hands reached out and began to unfasten the zippers along the side of the cobalt blue dress that Judy wore. Her tits bulged up and out of the plunging neckline. He had been ogling his wife's boobs all night long, his mouth watering every time he saw those lovely melon-shaped tits pressing upward out of the tight confines of the silken dress.
The blue dress had clung to her figure as if it had been glued on by static electricity. His hands loved the feel of the aroused nipples poking through the thin, smooth cloth. Judy seldom wore a bra-she was one of the few women he had ever found who could get by without the support. Her boobs were ample, though not monstrous.
Mike didn't care. More than a mouthful was a waste. And he was a great one for conserving such things. Everything else on his lovely wife was in just the right place, in the perfect proportion. His hands glided down her trim belly and hesitated at her slender waist. Her ass flared out invitingly behind to quickly turn to luscious thigh barely concealed by the skimpy dress.
And the sight of Judy's legs made Mike so hard in the crotch that he hurt. Her legs were her most perfect part. He could drink in the symmetry, the slender elegance of her legs all day long. Just watching Judy walk was a big turn on for the now fully erect man.
She wiggled her pert, perky ass just right. And her creamy legs flashed back and forth, trim calves and petite ankles moving like fluid.
When Mike started thinking about the fleecy little triangle nestled between those snow white thighs, his erection told him in no uncertain terms that it would have to be thrust into her oozing, hot and clutching pussy.
As if on their own, Judy's hands drifted down and unzipped Mike trousers. His hard-on snapped out into the dimness of the living room for the woman's growingly lustful attentions. She couldn't help herself. Judy had to reach out and stroke up and down the seven-inch length of dong.
She shivered, both from lust and from indecision. This wasn't her husband's cock. This was her son standing in front of her, lusting madly after her body. And yet it wasn't her son. It was her husband saying and doing all the things she loved best about him.
Finally, it was her body that decided the issue for her. Judy so badly needed the itch deep inside her body attended to, that the brunette no longer cared if the man in front of her was Fred or Mike.
Husband or son, it simply didn't matter.
As long as a man's vibrant, pulsating and throbbingly alive cock was thrust up into her twat!
Mike's clothing seemed to evaporate from his body. Judy was expert at undressing him, and he allowed her full access to his clothing. He was too busy fondling those lovely jugs of hers. He managed to work her filmy dress down to her waist to expose the twin globes of gleaming white flesh to his fullest attentions.
Squeezing and fondling was fun. Especially when Mike gripped the aroused buttons of his wife's nipples between thumb and forefinger. The man could rotate and twist and drive her wild with ecstasy doing that. His palms pressed down into the pillowy bases of her knockers and stimulated her even further.
By the time Mike was completely naked in front of the woman, Judy was gasping for air. Her passions had accelerated her heartbeat to the point where she got her breath in rapid, gasping drafts of air.
Mike took a step backwards and commanded, his voice having the snap of authority if not the precise tone he wanted, "Strip for me! I want to see you completely naked!"
Judy remembered the feel of Mike's hands on her breasts. She remembered the number of times she had performed a strip-tease for her husband. And most of all, she remembered how it made Mike even harder, even more lustful.
Some of the best fuckings she had ever received were after she had performed as sensuously and lasciviously as possible for him. How many times had he told her that she should have been ecdysiast? That her stripping could give even a bronze statue an erection?
Judy spun in a complete pirouette for her husband. The dress swung out from her body and traced a brilliant blue arc in the space around her. Judy carefully began to unfasten the snaps that held her skirt so tightly to her body. The brunette didn't want to just drop the skirt . ... that wouldn't be sexy enough!
And she was beginning to feel really sexy now!
As soon as the snaps were released, she held the skirt together with her hands. She began a slow, sensual dance to the music that Mike had put on the record player. In the dim lighting, it seemed that the shadows played hide and seek with her tits, up and down her slender body, across her throat to plunge deeply toward her crotch where the ultimate in human pleasures hid.
Judy spun around and around slowly releasing the garment. A quick step and she held the dress in front of her. She never bothered with underwear, especially not tonight. If the woman dropped the dress her tits would be exposed. If she raised it to her chin, her fleecy snatch would be the center of attraction for Mike's salacious gaze.
The brunette turned and pulled the dress along with the turn. The silky blue material carefully hid her ass from Mike. As she looked at him over her shoulder, auburn hair cascaded down her back. Judy began to lick her lips, sensuously, with great care and deliberation. She made sure that her husband got the erotic message.
As the tempo of the music built, Judy began to sway her hips from side to side. The blue dress exposed more and more of her well-formed rear end until even the shadowed valley of her crack was betrayed to Mike.
Judy looked back over her shoulder again and turned from the waist. Her tits were out-lined against the faint light entering the living room window. The silhouette revealed her conical tits and the pebble-hard nipple on top. It was slightly upturned and pointed at the ceiling.
Mike felt his cock stiffen even more at the sight. He knew that Judy was ready for anything now.
When a vagrant beam of light wandered across her pussy mound, he caught the faint rainbow coloring of diffraction from a droplet of cunt juice clinging to her pubic hair.
She was oozing out her lust for him from her snatch!
Mike's prick strained and jerked in front of him. He wanted to grab hold of it and jerk off, but that would have been a waste. His wife was giving him a premier performance to welcome him back to the land of the living. And masturbating would not reward her for the show she was giving him.
Unable to stand it any longer, Mike leaped to his feet and crossed the room to take Judy in his arms. He bent over her shoulder and found it surprisingly easy to kiss her upturned lips. The extra three inches of height in his new body made the task far easier than in his older model torso. . His lips crushed down passionately on the brunette's. She hesitated for a moment as if uncertain, then was convinced of his need by the insistent pressure of his tongue against her lips.
His tongue thrust into Judy's mouth and began to frolic in that oral playground. When their tongues collided, they began to caress and fondle each other. Mike's oral member found the underside of his wife's tongue, and he wiggled and swirled it around as fast as he could.
He was rewarded by the increased pressure of Judy's mouth against his.
Mike's hand roved up and down the aroused body of his wife. One hand found her marble-tipped tits. He clutched one firmly in his hand and squeezed. Mike's other hand went immediately to the furry jungle of Judy's pussy mound. The hand exploring her nether regions hesitated but briefly in that jungle before descending.
The pussy lips he found were already rigid with lust. When he thrust a finger into her greased and eager cunt, he thought Judy would come. She moaned and finally broke off their kiss to whisper in his ear, "I need you so badly, Mike! How I've missed you! Fuck me, fuck me as hard and fast as you can! My cunt, oh, my poor neglected little cunt needs you!"
Mike said nothing. He wanted to taste the sweetness of Judy's mouth again. He wanted to taste the heady wine of her saliva. He wanted to fondle her boobs even more, to string her out to the maximum sexual tension possible before fucking her.
Fred's body wasn't used to such lengthy foreplay. While Mike was experienced, his new body wasn't. He felt the tell-tale stirrings in his balls. The hairy sac had tightened to a compressed sphere. The come inside boiled and churned and demanded immediate release. Mike's control was improving, but he knew that he couldn't deny that release very long.
Mike bent Judy forward at her waist and carried her to the floor under his weight. When she was on her hands and knees, Mike reached under her body and spread those satiny smooth, wondrous thighs that he loved so much. Mike sidled closer to his wife's cunt until the hairy thighs and upper legs rubbed against her smooth bottom.
He reached down and guided his cock into the seething pit of his wife's twat. Mike made sure that he was properly aligned, then slammed forward with brutal strength.
Judy screamed out, "AAAAAAIIIEEEEEE!" as the pressure carried Mike's prick full length up her humid, steaming pussy. She was filled with jerking, complete maleness for the first time since the auto wreck. It felt divine having a man's organ buried up in her loins again. Tiny fires of lust that had gently burned, now flared into blazes that would consume her entire body as soon as Mike began to really fuck her with all the power and expertise in his body.
The friction of her husband's monster cock along her tiny cuntal walls would slowly elevate her passions until she could no longer bear it. Her climax would be all the more forceful due to the long time she had gone between the expert fuckings that Mike was fully capable of giving.
Judy would have been surprised at what was going through Mike's brain at that instant. He loved the feel of the heat soaking into his cock. His entire length was bathed in an erotic heat that he found to be indescribable. The pressure from her tight cunt constricted him, made him fear that he would come immediately without giving his wife the pleasurable release of orgasm.
Mike pulled his dong out of Judy's grasping manhole with a lewd sucking noise. Judy started to protest when she felt the broad, purpled head of Mike's prick slip entirely from her frothy cunt. Then, as she felt his hands begin to rotate and knead the meaty asscheeks of her companulate rear, she forgot all about complaining.
He was going to fuck her ass!
Judy moaned low to encourage him. But Mike didn't need any such encouragement because his own passions were driving him onward. He felt the fierce lust inside him. He wanted to fuck into her asshole as hard and fast as he could. He had to!
With his dong properly lubricated for the job, Mike pressed forward until the glans of his cock rested on the anal sphincter. The greedy little guardian of Judy's rear passageway didn't seem to want anything to do with this. It held its puckered lips tightly shut.
Mike began an insistent, irresistible pressure against the recalcitrant muscle with the tip of his lustful pillar of cock. He felt the anus begin to relax and then, as if it said, "To hell with it!", he surged balls deep up Judy's asshole.
Judy gasped out an incoherent "Unnngghhh!" as her body quivered in reaction to taking her husband's seven inches up her rectum.
Mike felt the heat and incredible pressure all along his buried length of prick. He was lost in a world of intense carnal heat and velvety pressure on his staff of manhood. He gripped Judy's slender waist for support, then lifted his body upright.
He was at maximum penetration of his wife's rectum. He began to pull out of her ass slowly, an inch at a time. He felt the skin of his dick resist the retreat. His balls were pulled forward into an even tighter globe. When Mike finally managed to pull out and leave only the very tip of his glans inside Judy's flaming asshole, the man knew that his control was shot to hell.
He could feel the tide of come creeping along his prick. It was a gradual advance, but it would soon reach the point where he couldn't hold it back any longer.
Mike swallowed hard, then began fucking Judy's white, wondrous ass with long, hard and deep strokes. He began with a slow tempo that picked up as his control slipped. The heat from her rectum seeped back along his prick until the man's balls were superheated with lust.
He felt as if his scrotum was a pressure cooker building up for an explosion, And there was only one safety valve on this massive boiler of carnal desire.
The tiny pin-prick hole at the end of his cock expanded slightly in anticipation of ejaculation. Mike's groin turned to jello, and he quivered inside. Then, as he made a particularly long and hard thrust into his wife's ass, he came.
His come spewed forth and creamed her bowels like a berserk fire hose. Mike's cock was fully inside the woman's body. The man's prick bounced and jerked and quivered as it spurt out blast after fiery blast of his jism. Mike's universe became compressed. It was nothing but his loins, his burning, jetting loins. The tons of jism he had stored up erupted in a few fiery bursts, then he was released from the velvet and iron grip of his orgasm.
That somewhat premature climax on his part still ignited an orgasm in his wife's body. When she felt him ram forward, rub his hairy legs against her smooth butt and begin to jet out his white hot seed into her rectum, she climaxed. The fireworks exploded in her belly and rapidly spread throughout her body.
Judy's brain became dazed with lust. A thin veil covered her world as she sailed on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy that Mike had released in her body. The woman wanted nothing more than to soar and revel in the erotic pleasures of her tumultuous orgasm.
But all too soon, she felt the gale force winds begin to abate. She came back to the world of Mike still trying to fuck her rump as hard as he could.
After one more thrust, she felt his cock wither and wilt inside her body. Mike looked down and saw his once-proud prick dribble out of his wife's asshole amid a flood of his jism.
Mike sat down heavily on the floor and propped himself up against the edge of the sofa.
He asked, "Well, have I lost any of the steam, dearest?"
Judy collapsed forward on the soft shag carpeting, then rolled languorously over on to her back and stretched like a contented feline. She told him, "Nope, you're still the same old Mike I remember from before the accident."
Judy suddenly fell silent. Her eyes opened, and she studied the gaunt figure in front of her. This wasn't her husband. It was her son. Her son had just fucked her ass.
And yet it was her husband, it was Mike.
Judy put one hand to her mouth in a gesture of uncertainty, then rose to her feet and ran off to the bedroom, crying.
It was so confusing!
Was that Mike or was it her son? "Judy!" Mike called.
Judy Montague heard the voice of her son, not her husband, calling out to her.
CHAPTER FIVE
The relationship between Mike and Judy was strained by the woman's inability to separate the vision of her son's body from the reality of her husband's brain guiding the body. She watched Mike work out daily. That was something that Fred would never have done.
Judy began to appreciate the youthfulness, of her son's body and the growing power in it. Mike had the innate knack of knowing how to best develop muscle. His old body had been tough, hardened through years of hard physical work. And now he was using those years of knowledge to harden what had once been his son's body.
But Judy could not come to think of the person she watched going through a series of strenuous exercises out in the backyard as her "husband."
It was her son.
Each time they made love, it was traumatic for her. She was a passionate woman, easily aroused and insatiable in her sexual desires. She and Mike had been a matched set. He could ball all night until they were both satisfied-and had many times.
Fred's body was not that well trained, but it was getting there rapidly under Mike's tutelage. But Judy still had the elemental fear that she was committing a mortal sin. It was her son's body that was making love even if it was guided by her husband's brain. She was having trouble sorting out the conflicting emotions that ravaged her body.
She needed Mike's tireless cock fucking her. But she didn't want her son's body behind that prick.
When the school officials came by, it increased her dilemma. Almost a month to the day after Mike had been released from the hospital, the two old men and the dried-up crone came by to see how their dropout high-school student was progressing.
Judy answered the doorbell and admitted them to the living room. From there, they had a perfect view of Mike going through his calisthenics.
The old battleaxe commented, "My, Freddy is convalescing well. Just look at him out there!" Her eyes were captivated by the fluid motions of the bronzed muscles rippling under Mike's smooth skin. He had worked out daily and had done wonders with Fred's old body. Tanned and burgeoning with muscles, muscles that could be used to good advantage, he seemed the very picture of health.
"Yes, I quite agree," said one of the men.
The third member of the school board said, "Mrs. Montague, we've talked with the doctors who handled your son's operation. They've given him a clean bill of health. And seeing him out in your yard certainly confirms their glowing words of praise for his remarkable recovery."
Judy smiled, the corners of her mouth barely turning up. She didn't know what these busy bodies wanted, but she was sure it wasn't going to be anything she'd like. Not in the long run.
"Thank you. Fred's recovery after the terrible accident is about complete. Even the psychiatrist has...." She snapped her mouth shut. She knew what these people were after. Mike would kill her if he found out that she'd let them bulldoze her into admitting that he was completely recovered.
Judy tried to cover up. "The psychiatrist has been examining him and, well, he's not sure yet that Fred will be able to cope with school just yet. He suggested a private tutor for a while...."
The woman pushed back the pillbox hat with the veil as she said, "That's not what we were told. Dr. Speer has given your son a clean bill of health."
"Yes, and we think it would help Freddy to get him back into school as soon as possible. It would certainly not do for him to miss too much work. We think that he can stay with his class if he can return now. He was such a good student, we'd hate to have him lose a year."
It was as Judy feared. They wanted Mike to return to school. After all, a seventeen-year-old belonged in high school. With his seventeen-year-old friends. What matter that he now had a thirty-eight-year-old brain?
"Well, uh, I'm not sure how to tell you this. Physically, Fred is just fine. But mentally, maybe they didn't tell you everything because of professional ethics. He has memory lapses. And at times becomes very angry. He doesn't get violent or anything like' that, but he can be very irritable. It's so much for me to cope with now that his father has ... passed on."
"All the more reason to get Fred back into school. The discipline will do him good. And the amnesia might vanish when he finds himself among old classmates."
Mike had entered to see who had come over. He had picked up the drift of the conversation quickly. He had no intention of going back to high school. He had graduated from that prison twenty years ago and wasn't about to go through that hell again.
"If we have to, we'll get a court order to force him to return. After all, it's for his own good...."
Mike shut the old geezer up with, "Oh, I doubt if you'll have to do that. My ... mom's just a little upset because I forget things so easily. Why, the other day an old friend came over and I couldn't remember anything but his name." Mike had never liked Fred's friends, and this one was particularly repulsive to him. The kid reminded him of a worm that had crawled out from under some wet rock.
"Then it's all settled," declared the old crone. "Be at class on Monday morning."
Mike hesitated. "Uh, I'm really sorry about this, but I don't even remember what classes I was taking before the accident. Could I have a list? With the teachers' names and stuff like that?"
The old bat smiled, yellowed teeth snaggling across her face. "Why, certainly, Freddy." Mike cringed at the name. "Here's the list that the principal gave me before we came over. You'll be expected on Monday. Now, don't forget that!"
The three laughed, then were quickly and efficiently ushered out by Judy.
She came back and looked at Mike. He was studying the list in his hand. Judy asked, "Now, why the hell did you agree so easily?"
"Because, dammit! I don't have any other choice. If I'm supposed to be Fred, I have to go to that goddamn high school. If I'm Mike, which we might be able to prove in spite of the corpse buried out at Memorial Terrace Cemetery, the insurance money will be cut off. Damn! A thirty-eight-year-old man having to go to high school! What a crock of shit!"
Mike was in a lousy mood the rest of the weekend.
He was even worse when Monday morning came around. He went to the Lee Wyatt Memorial High School a half hour early to look the place over.
It was worse than he had imagined. It looked like a penitentiary.
The teachers seemed to tolerate him and not ask a lot of questions. By some arcane method, they had been told to take it easy. Mike sat through the classes and ignored all of his classmates, especially some that came up and tried to talk to him. He wanted nothing to do with those spindly-necked friends of his son's.
The PE coach was pleasantly surprised at Mike's athletic ability. He even commented on it, "Seems like your stay in the hospital improved your coordination, Montague. You couldn't even walk down the street and chew gum at the same time. Now, you're a real hot shot out there. Keep it up and you might be able to get an A out of this class."
Mike had to hold his temper. He wanted to tell the potbellied coach that he didn't give a damn about getting an A. All he cared about was getting his body into a workable condition. But he smiled and thanked the guy.
Most of the day went by in a haze. Mike knew most of the material that was being taught and could answer the few questions that were directed to him by the teachers.
The next to last class of the day brought it home to Mike that high school needn't be such a bore after all. His algebra class was taught by a fiery Latin beauty. Bertha Muneca was about five foot five, had lustrous black hair and one of the most gorgeous bodies Mike had ever seen. His thoughts weren't on the silly problem of determining how old John was six years ago when he was nine years older than his brother was when they both were ten. Mike's eyes drank in Miss Muneca's curves. He even thought that he could really enjoy geometry if he could practice on her curves and planes.
She was a knockout. And the way the young woman dressed must have infuriated the school board. Her blouse was unbuttoned not a chaste one button, but a daring three buttons. The raven-haired beauty had a lot of tit, and she flaunted it. From his seat by the window, Mike could see the tawny surge of her jugs as she moved back and forth.
And the young woman's ass was about the most delectable thing he could imagine. It prodded back against the tight fabric of her skirt in a way that was downright obscene. Mike wanted to go up in front of the class, rip off her clothes and rape her on her paper-strewn desk. To hell with the rest of the class watching!
He could give that fiery chick a fucking she'd never forget.
But the bell rang and he had to leave. Mike left, his eyes still drinking in the woman's loveliness. For a brief moment, Bertha looked up and held his gaze. Something seemed to flow between them, a bond, a rapport.
Mike left, happy. He knew that before the school year was over, he'd find out if she was as hot as she looked. Right now, he was more worried about getting to journalism class. Why that stupid son of his had ever signed up for a class in telling lies and making them seem like the gospel truth, Mike didn't know.
He walked into the classroom and immediately saw eight excellent reasons for taking the class. These chicks had to be most of the cheerleaders in the school-and probably a couple of potential homecoming queens, as well.
Fred hadn't been so dumb, after all.
Mike didn't hear a word of the lecture. He was too busy studying the material in the class. Any of five chicks he considered a pushover. Three of them might give him a little challenge. After all, he had twenty more years experience in seduction than they had. But it was in the chase that he would get some of his biggest kicks. One of the brunettes, a willowy, sexy chick with an ass that wouldn't quit wiggling, seemed to be the biggest challenge. Mike pegged Michelle as a cock teaser.
Damn, but he wished he had had the experience while he was in high school that he had now! Then it occurred to Mike that he had a second chance. He'd known a Michelle-type cock teaser, and she had twisted him inside out when he'd been sixteen. He mentally put a check mark beside Michelle's name in his "To be fucked" book.
Then there was the blonde and incredibly stacked Heather. Mike picked her as a cheerleader type. And he was right. She was going with the captain of the football team, a dumb but burly bruiser named Rich. It was obviously for the prestige because Mike doubted a foxy chick like Heather got much out of the relationship. Which was something he could change in a hurry!
"Hey, man, you sure don't seem like the Freddy I remember."
Mike looked up, feeling guilty. He had been staring so intently at all the hot broads in the class, he had forgotten about everything else. When he saw who was speaking to him, he quickly put the rest of the chicks out of his mind. Standing beside him was a winsome, tall, svelte black girl.
"Uh, why do you say that?" he stammered.
"Fred Montague barely noticed a female. He probably thought we were just guys who dressed funny. Now, that look you been givin' Heather and Michelle and all the rest of them, that's not the Freddy I remember at all."
Mike studied the black chick. She was a real knockout. She wore a shocking pink outfit made of a double-knit material that fit her body like a second skin. She stood with her hips cocked to one side, her fist positioned on the pelvis in an incredibly seductive pose.
He felt his cock stir and begin to stiffen. Mike wanted a piece of black ass!
"Gee, you're going to have to forgive me-"
Mike started...." for the bulge in your trousers? Hell, I'm flattered. You wouldn't even give me the time of day before your accident. It sure did something to you. Or is that a prosthetic dong you got there? They're doing great things with prosthetics, I hear."
Mike laughed. "Nope, that's real ... and yours, if you want it. But I honestly don't remember your name."
The black girl threw up her arms in mock disgust. "Wow! Here he is propositioning me and he doesn't even remember my name. Try out Ariel and see how that fits into your feeble brain."
Mike smiled. The rest of the class had vanished for the afternoon, school being over. He and Ariel were alone in the classroom.
"I may have a feeble brain, but that's about all of me that's feeble. Want to give it a go and see?"
Ariel leaned over and felt Mike's bicep. "You sure have changed. Fred, old man, you didn't have a muscle that wasn't 90% jelly before your accident. That's solid rock."
"And my cock's nice and solid, too. Want to try it out? Now?"
"And the hanky's gotten pushy, to boot! Man, you don't remember that I'm the gossip columnist for the paper?"
Mike cocked an eyebrow as he stared up at the black girl. He noticed that the telltale buttons of her nipples were hardening. They seemed to be tiny mushrooms sprouting on the crests of her ample jugs. He knew he had her as good as laid. But where could they fuck? A high school doesn't have that many available places-and Mike doubted that Judy would appreciate him bringing home a new "playmate."
"You the gossip columnist? Sure give you something to gossip about, wouldn't it? Getting screwed by the accident victim of the year."
Ariel looked at him quizzically. "That wreck scrambled up your head. But it sure as hell improved the rest of you! Let's check out the darkroom and see if we can use it."
"Yeah, I'd like to see what develops, too!"
Ariel looked disgusted at the pun. "At least your sense of humor's as bad as ever."
"But other things are improved!"
"We'll see about that, honky. We'll see!"
The darkroom was empty, the formica table top cleared of all debris. Ariel snapped on the safelight, then closed the door and locked it from the inside. She told Mike, "Nobody'll bother us tonight. Let's just see how much of you is boast and how much is ... goddamn!"
Mike had unzipped the front of his jeans. At his command, his prick had snapped out like a switchblade opening. In the dim orange light, his cock seemed larger and thicker than normal.
Without waiting for Mike to do anything else, the black chick dropped to her knees. She cradled his balls and fondled his prick as if they were offerings to some pagan goddess. Mike smiled in the wan light as he saw the look of sheer lust on Ariel's face.
"Fred! You sure weren't boasting. Not at all!" Ariel said nothing more because her mouth encircled Mike's prick. The high-school girl began to suck on his cock with such eagerness that Mike thought he was going to lose his mind.
Ariel may have only been sixteen years old, but she was expert at giving head. His balls rapidly contracted until they felt like they were trapped in a boiler ready to rupture at the seams. His dick stiffened even more at the feel of her wet, rough tongue licking up and down his length. Blood pounded wildly into his prick and expanded it to a massive girth.
The black chick seemed to really get off on mouthing his organ. And Mike wasn't going to complain. Not at all!
Ariel pursed her lips into an "O" and firmly compressed her mouth around Mike's male organ. She began sucking his turgid cock into her mouth, one slow, agonizing inch at a time until she had the full seven inches inside her dank oral cavern. The girl's tongue swirled out and around until the tingling feeling crept back into Mike's body. He felt his control slipping.
Damn! the new high school student thought. Why the hell didn't Fred ever take advantage of a hot piece of black ass like Ariel?
Mike would surely remedy that situation-fast!
He placed his hands under Ariel's arms. "Upsy-daisy, love. On the table and get those shockingly pink britches of yours off!"
Ariel was loathe to give up her tasty popsicle of prick. But she complied. She knew what Mike had in mind-and she didn't mind at all!
"Sho' thing, boss man! Right away!" In the twinkling of an eye, Ariel was out of her bright pink slacks and naked from the waist down. Mike would have liked to strip off that tight fitting top and see her black tits, aroused and screaming to be sucked on, but his own erection was too painful. He knew that he'd have to get off soon or embarrass himself by creaming all over the place.
Mike lifted the slender Ariel and lightly placed her on the counter. It was obvious she felt the smooth flow of his newly developed muscles because she commented, "You're sure not the old Fred. Not at all. He got out of breath walking up the stairs!"
"Been in training," Mike said. If he continued, he'd be surprising the hell out of a lot of the tail running around this school. Fred had obviously not been much of a lady's man. That would have to be changed, and quick.
Mike jumped up on the broad table top and crouched over Ariel's face so that his dong fluttered just inches from her mouth. It didn't take her an instant to reach up and grab the convenient handle, pull the throbbing cock down to her mouth and then begin to eagerly eat it.
Nor did it take Mike much longer to spread Ariel's sleek thighs and find the source of all that sticky cunt juice dribbling down the insides of her legs. His mouth closed over her pussy lips. Mike began to suck for all he was worth. He became intent on only two things in the entire world.
The first was getting as much of the tangy, slightly salty cunt juice out of the chick's flowing twat as he could and savoring it to the utmost.
The second was reveling in the wet, stimulating feel of Ariel's agile tongue on his prick.
Mike loved the taste of pussy. His tongue raced up and down the edges of the delicate labia. Each feathery touch elicited a shivery vibration in Ariel's body to be followed by a long, low moan and increased suction on his dick. When Mike tired of running his tongue along the dark ridges of scalloped flesh, he shoved his tongue in-hard to the gushing interior of Ariel's well of cunt juice.
Mike's tongue rotated and swivelled around inside the girl's manhole. He stroked up and down the velvet-hung walls of the vagina, tasted the wonderful elixir pouring from her excited cunt and lightly kissed the pussy lips pressed against his own oral ones.
Ariel's body began to buck and thrash about under him. Mike gripped two large handfuls of ass flesh to hold the girl down. He didn't want to be pitched off onto the floor-not with her mouth around his cock!
Soon, the black chick began to hunch up with her hips in an effort to thrust Mike's tongue even further up her quim. She wanted him as far up inside her as she could get, and this was her only way of telling him. Her mouth was too busy with his cock to even form a single word!
Ariel was as much a prisoner of Mike's as he was of her mouth. Her body began to glow with the warmth of the tonguing she received from him. The feathery touches of his oral member along her labia sent knives lancing into her groin. His tongue stirring about inside her cunt stoked fires of lust that she had seldom felt before. When he tongued down along her perineum and tried to stuff his oral organ up her asshole, she climaxed.
She had to mumble out, "UMmmm! Unghhhh!" around the stud's huge cock. As the waves of passion wracked her body, she felt Mike move his mouth to her clit. Before she could fall from the pinnacle of her orgasm, he began to suck on that tiny spire of ultra-sensitive flesh.
Ariel was shoved up the peak to another, more prolonged orgasm. As she slipped down the slope, her insides felt weak. She was drained and sated. In her young life, she'd never had a sexual experience quite like this.
"Fred," she panted, "Fred, you're so damn good with your mouth. Now I know why you never said much. You were saving that silver tongue of yours for better things!"
"Right, baby. And this sure is a helluva lot better than just talking!"
Mike pursed his lips and sucked Ariel's pussy lips into his mouth. Once the fleece-rimmed labia were inside his mouth, Mike began to run his tongue up and down the sex slash. He sucked out all the cunt juice he could, savoring the succulence of the woman-wine.
But he wasn't able to continue very long. Ariel had gone back to sucking on his cock with a vengeance. She wanted to return the sexual high she had gotten. Her tongue lashed out and pummeled his dick with wet, sloppy blows that only stimulated Mike further. When Ariel began licking and caressing the underside of his jerking cock with her rough, coral tipped tongue, Mike knew he'd about had it.
He felt the come charging down his lust tube like a runaway locomotive. When the fiery load erupted in Ariel's mouth, she took spurt after creamy spurt and sucked hard for more!
She wasn't content until every single drop of his jism had been milked from his balls and his dong had begun to deflate. When the flaccid organ finally dribbled out of Ariel's mouth, both were happy.
Mike swung up off the table and looked down at the half-naked black chick. A tiny drop of come gleamed in the eerie orange light of the dark room. Mike quickly bent over and kissed Ariel's mouth, his tongue rimming her lips to pick up the tiny droplet she had missed.
"Hmmmmm, you're really something else, Fred!" Ariel exclaimed, when the kiss was broken off.
Mike smiled. "Got enough gossip for your column in the paper?" His hand idly rubbed back and forth across Ariel's still flowing snatch.
"I dunno. Probably not. Maybe you can give me some ... inside ... scoops!"
This was what Mike had been waiting for. He told her, his voice breaking with emotion, "I got a better idea. Why don't I fuck you?"
Ariel's large eyes seemed to glow in the dark. She said, "Yeah, why not?"
CHAPTER SIX
Mike went to school the next day with a completely different outlook on the situation. He knew most of the material being covered; he had been widely read before the wreck and found most of the curriculum absurdly simple. Some of the things he had trouble with like the algebra, seemed to be nothing more than a matter of application. Whether or not he really wanted to work that hard to get the material was something he'd have to decide.
But the real bonus was the journalism class. It was loaded with really hot chicks. Ariel was one. He felt the sultry black girl's eyes follow him all the way across the room until he sat down. She was on her way to becoming an expert at giving head, and she wasn't such a bad lay, either. She lacked the experience, but give her a couple of years!
Not that Mike was complaining at all! She was a hot piece of tail!
Thoughts of Ariel began to fade in his mind as he watched Michelle saunter into the classroom. She had an ass that simply wouldn't quit. It wiggled and twitched and bounced and rolled when she walked. Mike wondered how long she had to practice to get that particular combination of motions down so well.
It couldn't come naturally. It was an obvious come-on. And from what some of the others in the class had said, Mike recognized the old approach/avoidance routine. Michelle flaunted her very seductive figure, got the guy all hot and hard, then brushed him off like lint from a collar. He had run into others like her when he had been in high school.
Now he thought he could handle a prick teaser. And do it up right. That extra twenty years of experience would count for a lot.
He knew Michelle was eyeing him in her most seductive and come-hither manner. It was so blatant Mike almost burst out laughing. He supposed that word about his fucking Ariel had gotten around the school in record time. That, at least, hadn't changed any since he went to high school.
Mike pondered Michelle for long minutes, then decided she was worth the effort. Her body was nice. Good tits, possibly padded, but probably not. She was tall. Mike liked that. Especially now that he was six feet tall and didn't have to look up to the taller chicks. Michelle's legs were slender and well tapered. He had seen better, but those were certainly above the ordinary.
And her ass! That was the big turn on for Mike. And it was apparent that Michelle considered it her primary asset the way she wiggled it every time she walked. Mike wondered if she practiced in front of a mirror to get just the right twitch and bounce.
Mike appreciatively eyed the girl as she left the class but made no move to even speak with her. He let his eyes do all the talking, and they said, "You're hot property!" If Mike played his hand too soon, he'd lose Michelle, and she would go away haughtily proclaiming him to be just like the rest.
But he could wait. That night was a school dance she was sure to attend. Mike knew that Judy went to her sister's every Wednesday night so he'd have free rein to do what he wanted. And he knew exactly what he wanted, too.
The dance was typical of high school dances. Most of the guys pressed themselves against one wall and most of the gals hugged the opposing wall. A few intrepid souls got out and danced, but they were mostly the exhibitionists who enjoyed an audience for their wild gyrations. Mike sat drinking his coke, never taking his eyes off Michelle.
She knew he was watching her like a hawk. His brown eyes seemed to bore holes through her, and yet he never even approached her to make a pass. After an hour of being stared at, Michelle could stand it no longer. She knew that Mike wasn't dancing, but then Fred never had.
Michelle boldly flounced over to Mike, making sure she wobbled her ass for every available male to ogle. She stopped in front of him and demanded, "Why have you been staring at me like that?"
Mike raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. "Like what? I've just been sitting here watching everyone dance."
"You know what I mean. Why are you staring at me?"
"Do you think I'm staring at you? Why should I do that?" Mike had to restrain himself from laughing at the poor girl. She was so flustered, she became tongue tied. She was so used to having a boy blurt out that she was attractive, she didn't know how to cope with the situation where she was constantly forced to answer.
"I don't know. You tell me." That got her back into a familiar pattern, one she could cope with.
Mike shrugged his shoulders and put his empty coke bottle down on the floor. "You might be paranoid. At least, you're never alone if you're a paranoid, you know."
Michelle was confused again.
Mike thought it was time to rescue her from her dilemma. "If you don't mind being hounded, what do you say about the two of us leaving here? Someone might actually be staring at you. Hard to say, really."
Michelle had agreed to go with Mike to Mary J's, a local teen hangout, for a coke before she realized it. , Mike smiled broadly and said, "Let's go. I don't much like crowds of people."
Michelle merely nodded and started out the door. Mike watched the teenager go in front of him. He had to be the first to admit she had a very nice ass, very nice indeed. And her boobs were large enough to be interesting. The entire package of female wasn't bad-except that Michelle was the complete iceberg as soon as any guy showed any interest at all in her.
The parking lot was poorly lighted. Mike decided this was the very place to put his daring scheme into effect. Before Michelle could do a thing, he pushed his forearm against her back, pinned her to a wall, reached under her mini-skirt and had skinned off her panties.
Mike worked the silken turquoise panties off the struggling, kicking girl. Each move seemed to play right into his hands and all too soon, he held the skimpy undergarment up for Michelle's inspection.
"If you don't keep quiet, everyone will come out and wonder how I happened to get these so easily. And could you really explain it?"
Michelle glared at Mike, then turned to stalk off. His voice was level and icy cold. "If you walk out on me now, I'll make sure everyone knows you gave these to me ... nice initials, Michelle. Is that what they call a chain stitch?"
Michelle turned back and snarled, "Why the hell are you doing this to me? Give those back this instant!"
Mike neatly folded the blue panties and put them in his front pocket. He told the fuming girl, "Later. Let's go get that coke now. And remember, I won't say a word about you not wearing anything under that short skirt if you don't. Keep your mouth shut and no one will know. No one but the two of us."
Michelle didn't speak to Mike all the way to Mary J's. Mike kept up a running commentary on things in general, but he never mentioned sex or taking the girl's panties in such a cavalier fashion.
When they pulled up to Mary J's, it was already crowded inside. Mike studied the place for a moment, then said, "I see a table inside. Let's go."
Michelle sat rock still and said, "No."
"Inside, you silly bitch, or I'll make sure everyone but everyone in there knows what I have in my pocket. How'd you like that spread around?"
Michelle got out of the car, but she didn't bother to wiggle her ass for Mike like she had previously. In fact, she seemed very nervous. It was i difficult to keep her skirt from riding up and exposing her naked pussy.
Mike pushed his way through the crowd, waving to some of the twits he vaguely recognized as being friends of Fred's. He made a special point to greet every chick he could and to ignore Michelle as much as possible. She was trapped by his hand around her wrist. She wasn't going to leave, but he wasn't about to acknowledge her presence.
Mike intended to treat her like dirt until she got so hot for him that the iceberg began to melt. Then, she'd be begging him for his cock. Michelle would be pleading with him to fuck her all night long.
And, Mike thought, perhaps I will. If she grovels enough.
Michelle didn't even smile at most of the males who greeted her. And she didn't try wiggling her perky rear at all. The brunette began to feel afraid that she might expose that luscious ass of hers too much. That white flesh would show rather than blue-silk-covered buttock.
Mike sat down and dragged Michelle down with him. He plopped her in the seat directly across from him in the booth. He appeared happy and engrossed in a deep conversation with her when all he was doing was making small talk. She wasn't even giving him the time of day.
The waitress came and asked for the order. Mike promptly ordered a strawberry milk shake for himself. And before Michelle could give her order to the waitress, Mike spoke up, "And the lady would like a cherry shake."
The waitress looked at Mike from under a raised eyebrow, then smirked. Without saying anything, she scribbled down the order and left.
Michelle snarled, "That was despicable! And disgusting! How could you do all this to me?"
Mike seemed perfectly innocent. "Just seemed like the thing to do, I guess. But remember, just enjoy your cherry ... shake ... and no one will possibly know that you don't have any undies on. Right?"
He watched Michelle squirm and pull down her short skirt. It normally came to mid-thigh, and, when she sat down, hiked up to a provocative level. Now, she was wishing she had a granny dress on. Michelle thanked her lucky stars for the table in front of her. If her skirt should happen to ride up enough, her snatch would be hidden by the table top. And she could keep the sides of her skirt pulled down enough.
A look of sheer hate radiated from her hazel eyes and bored into Mike's ingenuous ones.
Michelle felt something touch her leg. She moved slightly, then felt it again. It moved up the outside of her calf, tracing the curve of her limb. Then it vanished for a moment. Michelle breathed a sigh of relief. There was no way she could look without her skirt slipping under her and revealing her nakedness to that shameless hussy, Olivia. Olivia watched her like a hawk and would gossip all over school if she happened to see the flash of bare ass.
Michelle's relief was short lived. The wiggly thing returned, this time between her legs. It slowly moved up the inside of her leg. She pressed her thighs firmly together as if to keep it out, but the effort was a complete failure.
Mike continued talking in a conversational tone and it took Michelle an instant to realize what he was saying, " ... and that's my foot between your thighs. Relax a bit, or there'll be hell to pay."
She was so surprised, she opened her legs slightly. Without a second's hesitation, Michelle felt Mike's bare foot stroke along her tender inner thigh. Then she jumped when his big toe prodded into her pussy lips.
"Stop that!" she hissed. "Stop it this instant! What you're doing is ... is obscene!"
"Obscene? What am I doing? Look, my hands are on the table." Mike didn't have to add that her underwear was in his pocket. He continued to explore the pubic area of Michelle's pussy mound. His big toe found the tiny manhole and diddled around it until a thin trickle of love juice began to flow out. Mike was turning her on.
And Michelle hated him for it.
Mike continued to rub his foot up and down the teenager's crotch. His toes found the soft mat of fleecy pubic hair, then the delicate labia. Every time his toe thrust into Michelle's flowing cunt, she would gulp and swallow hard. Mike began to search more actively.
He stroked up and down the girl's perineum with his toes but couldn't reach her asshole. He made a few more probes into her sticky wet cunt before he found her erect clit.
Just as the waitress brought them their milk shakes, Mike squeezed Michelle's tiny clitoris between two of his toes. She turned white and moaned, trying to keep from crying out. Surges of sheer flame licked at her insides. Her belly seemed to have come alive for the first time in her life. Mike's foot was activating all of her sleeping nerve endings.
The waitress said solicitously, "Is anything the matter, honey?"
Mike quickly spoke up and gave Michelle's cunt an extra prod with his big toe. "No, everything's all right. My girl friend's just in the middle of her period. You know how it is."
The waitress was shocked. She had never heard a teenager say anything like this before. She backed a step away, then said, her voice low, "Well, okay, if everything's okay...."
She was flustered and hurriedly left the table. Michelle tried to regain some semblance of her poise but could not.
She mumbled out, "I hate you! How could you do this to me?"
Michelle tried to stand, but Mike slid forward slightly and impaled her with his foot. His big toe was now firmly lodged inside her cunt. He could feel her love juices dribbling across the sole of his foot, the velvety lining of her tunnel of love, even the slight pulsations due to her heartbeat.
"I want to go to the bathroom."
"Maybe later," Mike said. "Finish off your milk shake." He then started talking about the journalism class and anything else that crossed his mind. Mike concentrated on keeping his foot embedded in Michelle's crotch.
He had to admit that it was something of a turn on for him seeing her squirm around. The prick teaser was getting a big dose of medicine that she would never forget. She kept trying to pull down her short skirt, to wiggle to avoid his probing foot and generally escape.
Michelle soon found out that she couldn't do all three things. She had to be content with holding the hem of her skirt down to a chaste level. She was positive everyone in Mary J's was looking at her, that each person knew that she was being publicly humiliated. And every time some guy would laugh, Michelle would try to sink out of sight.
She hated Mike with a passion she didn't know she possessed. And yet ... and yet, it felt sort of nice having his foot up her twat. The way he moved his toes made her feel good. It was a sensation that she couldn't describe, but one that she badly wanted more of!
"Please, Fred, let's split. I don't want to stay here any longer."
Mike raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. "Why not? This is a neato place. All your friends are here, aren't they? If not, we can go to wherever they hang out." To put the icing on the cake, he added, "Why, we can hit every big, brightly lit spot in the city if you like. Anything to please you, my dear."
Michelle gulped hard on her milk shake. By clutching the cup with both hands, she could keep her hands from trembling. She wanted more of what he was doing to her snatch. She needed it!
Michelle never thought she would say this to any man, any of those woman-hungry, despicable bastards. She mumbled, "Please, Fred. Let's go. Some place private, you know."
"Why? What would you want to do?" Mike was goading her on. Sooner or later, he'd get her to beg for his cock.
"I ... I- I .. let's go to the car, please." Michelle was close to tears.
Mike agreed. It wouldn't do to have the girl start to bawl in public. He didn't want to completely destroy her, just melt her around the edges a little and get her to loosen up. And stop being the prick teaser.
Mike paid the bill and led Michelle outside. The girl kept her hands pressed firmly against her sides and was obviously in a hurry to leave. Mike did nothing to allay the suspicions in the minds of the other teenagers. They knew when a guy was going to score. And this had all the earmarks of it.
The chick who couldn't wait to leave. The guy looking smug and self-satisfied.
Mike almost pushed Michelle into the car, then stomped down hard on the accelerator and roared off into the night. He said, "Where do you want to go?"
"Home!" she blurted. Then in a weaker voice, "Never mind. How about Conservation Point?" Mike knew where it was. The lookout over the city was a favorite lover's lane. It wasn't really called Conservation Point but the joke was that the mountain was being destroyed by all the guys who went up there on weekends and knocked a piece off.
He took the curves in the road with supreme confidence in his ability. Michelle seemed to be fascinated with the way he drove. "Fred? Wha ... what is it with you? You've changed since your accident. You'd never have done all these horrible things to me before!"
"Horrible things? What are you talking about, Missy? I haven't done a thing to you-that anyone else knows about."
"Oh, hell!" was all the answer he got. Mike smirked a bit, then found a secluded spot where the cops probably wouldn't hassle them. Mike figured that Michelle was ripe and ready to be picked.
"Nice view of the city, isn't it?" he said as his hand slowly moved up the path his foot had taken earlier. The girl sat absolutely still, not moving a muscle. She was quaking inside, but she didn't want any man to know it.
When Mike's hand touched her sensitive clit, Michelle almost screamed out her passions. Her body trembled uncontrollably now. And the feel of those fingers up her tiny little cunt was divine! She hadn't believed it when the other girls had told her how great it was.
But something clicked inside her and made her freeze up.
Mike's hand stayed where it was, but his voice came cold and dominant. "If you want your panties back tonight, how about giving me a little head?"
"What?"
Mike saw that she didn't understand the term With his free hand he unzipped his trousers and let his aroused prick snap out. His erection gleamed in the pale moonlight and cast an eerie shadow against his groin.
"Suck on it!" he snapped, giving the girl no chance to argue. His tone demanded absolute obedience-and Mike got it.
Michelle hesitantly reached out and took the man stalk in her fingers as if she were afraid of breaking it, then her auburn-haired head dived for Mike's groin.
As her mouth encircled his cock, Mike encouraged her with a wiggle of the fingers he had far up her twat. It worked. She sucked harder on his cock, then began to run her tongue up and down his dick. Michelle wasn't very good at giving him a blow job, but then this was probably the first time she had tried.
Mike's fingers penetrated further up the girl's cunt. He thought he felt the rubbery sheet of hymen. If so, that meant Michelle was still a virgin!
By damn, Mike thought, I'm going to get me a cherry tonight!
Michelle would have continued sucking all night long to keep Mike's fingers inside her quim. It was as if the waves of a liquid, carnal ocean swept through her innards soaking her in warmth and delight she had never imagined possible. Michelle thought her body was a traitor-but it felt so damned good she couldn't really protest too much!
Mike said, "Enough cock sucking, you little bitch." When he saw the girl shiver again, he knew that he had found another key to her sexual nature. She needed to be humiliated, to be put down. And "dirty" words pushed her sexual arousal even higher.
"Come on, let's spread a blanket on that grassy knoll and fuck." Again, Mike felt the tremor of delight surge through the tender teenager's body.
He led her out, all the while keeping his fingers up her twat. That about the only control Mike was sure of over Michelle at this instant. Later, when she really got hot, he probably couldn't budge her from the end of his cock. But for the moment....
"What do you want to do, Missy?" he urged.
"Yo ... your ... what I was sucking on! I want it in me where your fingers are!"
"I don't understand you. Do you want me to fuck your cunt with my prick? If you do, say it!"
Michelle gulped, her mouth as dry as cotton. This guy was degrading her in every way possible! He stole her panties and publicly humiliated her. Now he was forcing her to say dirty things before he committed an even more perverted act!
And she couldn't help herself! Michelle blurted out, "Your cock, I want your cock fucking my hungry little cunt! Fuck me, damn you, Fred, fuck me!"
Mike's mouth closed on Michelle's. Together, they crumpled to the blanket and lay under the stars and half full moon. Mike kept one hand firmly on the juicy snatch while he allowed his other hand to roam over the girl's tender young body. He delighted in tracing out the curves, finding the deep valleys and racing across the flat planes of her body.
Their mouths melted together. At first, Michelle had resisted the pressure of Mike's tongue on her lips. Then, suddenly, she had opened her ruby red lips slightly and allowed his tongue to rush into her mouth. Once there, Mike tasted the teenager's sweet saliva. He rolled his oral member around and around, wrapped it about the girl's tongue.
Mike stroked the underside of Michelle's tongue with the agile tip of his own, then began to caress the sides. Michelle soon got the idea and started to experiment on her own. She pushed hard against Mike's tongue. On impulse, he allowed her to shove his tongue back into his mouth.
Michelle wasted no time exploring his dank oral cavern with her own tongue. She gently traced out each and every tooth, then passionately duelled with his oral digit until both of them were breathing hard from lust. The girl didn't have any experience with this sort of thing. She had allowed John to chastely give her a goodnight kiss once-after a half dozen dates-but she never allowed anyone to go this far with her before.
And she hated Fred! God, how she hated this kid! And how badly she needed him, wanted him to fuck her all night long! He knew just the right things to do and say that turned her on the most.
Michelle pressed her body closer to Mike's, her boobs poking into the boy's chest.-Mike noticed that his skin was getting chafed from the way Missy continually rubbed against him. He wanted naked flesh on his chest. He wanted to feel her tits!
Mike quickly removed Michelle's blouse, then undid the fastener on her bra. She didn't even try to protest when he slipped it off her shoulders. In an instant, they were both naked to the waist. The girl had to admit it was kind of kinky, being naked in the moonlight.
Mike was enjoying the sights, too. Michelle's nipples were firm and erect with lust for him. They cast tiny shadows in the moonlight, highlighted the mounds of titflesh underneath. The silvery moonlight gave a sheen to their bodies that was incredibly sexy. Mike didn't remember the last time he had fucked a chick under the moonlight, but it had been a long time. Maybe back when he'd been a Green Beret.
For a moment, the thought made him laugh. Him, a snotty-nosed seventeen-year-old kid remembering when he had been a Green Beret! Hell, but things were screwed up. But he wasn't knocking it. He was alive, alive and kicking and enjoying life to the fullest. Which was more than Fred could have done.
Would Fred have ever gotten to the point of balling Michelle? Mike doubted it. And Fred couldn't have enjoyed the fact that Missy was a virgin. A virgin! Damn, but it had been a long time since he had scored with a real, honest-toGod cherry-carrying, ripe-to-be-picked virgin!
Mike felt Michelle's rubbery nipple press into his chest as she renewed their deep kiss. Her resilient nipples slowly hardened until they were hard little marbles gouging at his virtually hairless chest. Mike wrapped his arms around Missy's back and pulled her to him with brutal strength. He heard the vertebra in her back snap under protest of the harsh treatment, but the girl only kissed his lips with greater fervor.
He wasn't hurting her, he was giving her the treat of her young life!
Mike's tongue continued its erotic duel with Michelle's as his hands groped around to unfasten her skirt. They rolled over once, and Mike had her totally naked. Her luscious body gleamed in the soft moonlight, a nymph intent on seducing a poor boy!
Michelle couldn't cope with the man's trousers so Mike began to unfasten the buckle and snap. In a few minutes of passionate rolling around, he too was gloriously naked. Together, they lay in each other's arms, hands exploring the unfamiliar terrain of one another's bodies.
Mike rolled onto his back and pulled Michelle on top of him. He felt down with his hands until both rested on her tight little ass. That ass which had attracted him to her the very first day he had been in class. How he wanted to fuck her up the ass!
But to pass up a virgin cunt? That was an unspeakable crime!
Mike's fingers separated the twin globes of assflesh. He pulled the demi-globes apart and began to rotate the sections in a way designed to get Michelle so hot, she'd do anything.
As his fingers plunged to the bottom of the humid little crease and found her puckered anus, Mike knew he had succeeded.
Michelle moaned out into his ear, "Fuck me, Fred, fuck me up my slimy cunt! Please, ohhhhh!"
She gasped when Mike inserted his unlubricated finger into her asshole. He felt the clutching tightness around his slender digit, imagined how it would feel to have his seven-inch dong rammed into that tiny little chocolate chute. Mike contented himself with wiggling the finger and stirring Michelle's guts around a little bit.
A thin sheen of perspiration had broken out all over her body. The pale lunar light made the scene almost surreal. The naked chick sprawled on top of him, his cock throbbing and erect and crushed between their two bodies. Mike continued to pull Missy's body into his, to smother her mouth with passionate kisses, to ram his finger in and out of her asshole in a mock butt-fucking.
When he felt the trickle of her love juices on his thigh, he knew that she was ready for him.
Mike continued to nibble at Michelle's lips and suck them into his mouth while he pondered the best way of fucking a virgin cunt. The old missionary position was tried and true, but he tired easily of it. Having any man's cock inside her tight, clutching, untried vagina would be a big and different experience for Missy, but Mike was callously thinking about himself.
And why not? Wasn't he the only one who had managed to get her to put out? Hadn't he even gotten her to beg him for his dick?
Mike rolled over on to his side and placed the glowing, alabaster-skinned beauty beside him. He reached down to her cunt and began to stroke up and down the soft inner thigh. Damn, but he loved the silky smooth feel of a woman's thigh!
Mike worked his hand up and split the labia until the girl's gushing sex slash was completely exposed to his manual explorations. He jabbed his finger inside her joyhole and ran it around the perimeter a couple times. He wanted to see exactly how small Missy actually was, how much she would have to expand to take his cock.
It would be a lot. Apparently, the girl had never gotten her cunt reamed out before by anything. Mike wondered if she even masturbated.
On his left side, Mike used his right hand to lift Michelle's tapered left leg over his right one. Scissored together, he had a clear shot at her virgin cunt. He used his own hand to guide himself to her untried gateway. Mike didn't trust the nervous girl to do it right.
When he fucked her cunt, he wanted everything to be on target. He wanted everything to be just right.
"Please, no, Fred, no, I ... I don't want it, please don't ... oh, Chriiiist!" Michelle screamed in agony as Mike dug his toes into the soft turf and lunged forward. His steely hard cock rammed into the girl's virgin cunt, pushed briefly against the rubbery, resilient barrier of her cherry, then popped it.
Amid a flow of blood-and cunt juice, Mike's seven-inch dong fucked into the tightest twat he had ever found. His prick was surrounded by liquid warmth. His balls tightened to a hard little sphere as the heat seeped down his length and into his belly.
Full hilt in the girl's body, Mike paused for a moment to savor the feel of a virgin cunt. He was the first man to ever fuck this cock-teasing teenager! And he was going to enjoy it to the utmost!
He-began to rotate His hips in a screwing motion. Michelle had stopped screaming out the momentary pain and was now sobbing, tears glowing like phosphorescent paint on her cheeks. When she sensed the way Mike was moving his hips, other nerves began to take over in the brunette's body.
The sudden pain as he broke her hymen had been intense, just about the most intense pain she had ever experienced. The dagger of flesh that had stabbed into her cunt still remained embedded in her belly. But the sensations flooding her mind now were completely different.
An ache remained, but the pain was replaced by something completely alien to Michelle. Faint stirrings inside her began to grow into carnal lust for the man who had taken her cherry. She wanted him to fuck her as hard as he could.
When she had said it before, she didn't realize what she was asking. With Mike's rod stirring around inside her tight, grasping quim, Missy knew far more now than she had earlier.
She truly meant it when she muttered, "Oh, Fred, fuck me, really and truly fuck me with that huge prick of yours!"
Mike was pulled out of his reverie by Michelle's request. He had been wiggling inside her cunt, moving in small circular patterns to enlarge the hole. He smiled and said, "Anything you want, Missy, anything you want!"
With the last word, Mike retreated completely from Michelle's quim, then slammed forward with brutal strength into her juicy cunt.
"OOHHHHH! SHIIIIIT!" was all she could say.
Mike began pistoning his hips in and out of her fiercely gripping, steamy cunt. His dong was grabbed by the velvety walls of the teenager's vagina, momentarily halted by the tightness before the increasing amounts of cunt juice allowed Mike to slip free again.
He loved the tightness of the miniscule, small-diametered manhole into which he was fucking so hard. Each thrust took him a little deeper into the girl's body. Each time he fucked upward into her cunt, Mike felt a different section of his cock rub against well-oiled pussy. The tip of his prick was surging far into the teenager's unexplored depths and bringing his balls to a boil.
Mike wasn't going to come before Michelle, though. He was going to get her off in a big way. That was some sort of payment for saving her cherry for him. He didn't like chicks who flaunted their bodies, then backed down at the last possible instant, but Mike though he might have cured Michelle of that nasty trait.
He reached down with his right hand, inserted it under Missy's left leg and lifted with all of his strength. He pulled the brunette's left limb as high as he could to expose fully her now gushing artesian well of cunt.
In the moonlight, the cunt juice glistened like miniature prisms. Each droplet refracted a rainbow of colors from the tangled mat of her pussy mound. Mike watched his cock spread her labia, then disappear into the unplumbed depths of her cunt. When he pulled out of her body with a lewd sucking noise, his prick was coated with her inner oils and gleamed brightly.
Still holding Michelle's left leg, Mike boosted it up and over his right shoulder. He turned around until he lay fully on top of the girl. With her leg draped over his shoulder, Michelle's body was completely open to his forceful fucking.
Mike began to ram in and out of Michelle's cunt until only incoherent moans emanated from the teenager's lips. She thrashed about under him as he built up the friction along the walls of her cunt. His tool felt warmed as it raced up and down the carnal shaft into her belly.
The man felt his own desires mount as he used his male bludgeon to pound in and out of the once-virgin pussy. His seed was burning his balls off. He would have to come soon or the agony would drive him insane!
Michelle's orgasm preceded Mike's by a fraction of a second. The girl had felt as if she were being ripped apart when the boy pulled her leg up and over his shoulder. As he fucked even more powerfully into her stretched pussy, feelings began to grow inside her that never had been there before. Warmth turned to heat. Heat turned to acid searing her nerves, exciting her and filling her with needs and desires and passions that had lain dormant for too long.
She wanted her cunt fucked!
Michelle's orgasm seized her after Mike made a particularly long and hard stroke into her stretched twat. She felt his cock inside her cunt, jerking and twitching. She imagined he could even feel the big blue vein that stood out on the top of his prick. The hood of his dong expanded inside her and triggered the magical mystery tour of orgasm that shook the very foundations of her being.
Michelle only vaguely realized that Mike's fiery come was rocketing into her pussy to cream her once-virgin walls. Mike rocked back and forth as Missy humped up with her body to meet his every thrust. They had instinctively fallen into the ageold rhythm of a man fucking a woman.
And both of them were satisfied.
When their orgasms had died in their bodies and they were released from the ice and iron grip, Mike dropped Missy's leg. He rolled free to stare up at the stars.
The hard, diamond bright points were unwavering above him. They weren't harsh, however. They seemed to cheer him, to congratulate him on his conquest of the iceberg. Mike felt his once-proud cock grow limp, then collapse totally between his legs.
And he also felt Michelle's wet tongue lapping up the come that spotted his dick. She was sucking on his cock trying to bring it back to life!
Mike looked down to see the glowing hazel eyes stare up lovingly at him. His cock drooped out of the corner of her mouth as she asked, "Will ... will you fuck me again?"
Mike laughed, the echoes reaching far into the silent distance. Then he said, as he stroked her lustrous hair, "Only if you can lick that thing back to life!"
Michelle began to suck and tongue his cock with a fervor that Mike had seldom found. What she lacked in experience, Michelle more than made up for with enthusiasm.
It wasn't long before Mike felt the twinges in his groin that signalled another erection. Slowly, agonizingly, Michelle coaxed the sleeping penis into a throbbing, erect cock.
And then he fucked her again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Judy Montague wasn't adapting to Mike's condition as well as her husband was. She couldn't get it out of her head that she was making love to her own son. That seemed kinky to her. It certainly wasn't right.
And yet it wasn't her son. Intellectually, she knew it was her husband's brain that guided the probing cock that raced in and out of her cunt. Emotionally, it was her son's prick that fucked her.
Judy wasn't sure that she liked the way Mike stayed so long after school sometimes. She knew the need to keep up the facade of a high-school student. If the insurance company got-the slightest idea that Mike was alive and Fred was stone cold dead, she had no idea what they might do. Judy became confused easily when it came to legal technicalities.
According to the doctors in the hospital, the definition of death had nothing to do with a person's body functions. Only when the brain waves stopped could a person be declared legally dead. And Mike's brain wave continued to squiggle across the funny little chart with the bouncing ink pens.
It was Fred, her very own son, who was dead. But his body lived with her husband's brain.
The woman sobbed silently as she tried to piece the tangled mess together in her head. Judy simply couldn't do it. She rose, went to the bar and poured herself a stiff drink of bourbon. Finishing it off in a single gulp, she let the fiery amber liquor warm her stomach, then poured another drink over several ice cubes.
Judy took it and sat down in an easy chair. As she stared out the window, Mike and a couple of his new friends came into the backyard. She watched them for a little while.
Fred seldom had any of his friends over to the house. In fact, Judy wasn't even sure her son had any real friends. Acquaintances, people he would say "hello" to, but no true, real friends.
Mike was too outgoing and good natured not to attract a lot of people, even teenagers. Judy pushed back a tangle of her hair as she saw Mike wrestling with a burly stud. The woman thought she recognized Scotty something-or-other from pictures in the newspaper. He was the school wrestling champ.
Judy had to smile when she saw how easily Mike could beat the guy. The poor teenaged kid didn't realize he was up against twenty additional years of experience and indomitable will to win. True, Fred's body wasn't as muscular-yet-but Mike knew all sorts of tricks from his years with the Green Berets, not to mention his rough-and-tumble bar hopping days.
The woman couldn't decide if she should be a wife or a mother. Mike fucked her with as much passion and vigor as ever, perhaps more so now that he had the body of a teenager. It appealed greatly to her to have a young man make love to her. It even excited passions deep inside her that she had forced down and tried to hide.
What mother hasn't wanted to bed her own son? And wasn't her hidden fantasy coming true?
Judy took another drink from her glass and allowed the liquor to sear its way to her stomach again. It seemed to form a pool in her belly from which spread a calmness, a warmth that soothed her frayed nerves.
Mike dismissed his friends with a wave of his hand, then came inside clutching a couple of his schoolbooks.
"Hi, Judy. Everything go all right today?" That was the question he had always asked when he returned from work. Now, he asked it when he came home from high school.
Judy tried to smile. "Everything's great, Fr ... Mike."
Mike understood instantly what was going through his wife's head. The tiny slip of her tongue was all it took. He knew it had been rough on her to adapt to the odd situation. But all that money! If he could put up with being caged with three thousand teenagers, she could adjust, too.
"You still haven't decided if you like this arrangement or not, have you dear?"
"No, Mike, I haven't. I see you standing there, fitter than Fred ever was, more confident than Fred could have been, a dynamic son any mother could be proud of. But you're not my son. You're my husband. I just don't know what's what any longer."
Mike dropped the books on the coffee table and crossed the room to his wife. He put his arm around her shoulder as he sat beside her in the easy chair.
"Try thinking of me as Mike, your husband. If you slip in public, people will just think you're projecting your dead husband on to your son. No one would dare say anything. And between us, it'll be the same as always!"
"But how can it, Mike, how can it? Your body's my son's!" Judy began to sob, her head buried in Mike's shoulder. He comforted her as best he could.
"Would it make any difference if I'd been disfigured? Scarred for life? Could you have made love to me under those circumstances?"
"Of course! I love you!" Judy cried.
"Then just think of this as plastic surgery. Think of me as being rebilt after being completely destroyed. Just like that T.V. show about the guy with the mechanical arms and stuff, except I'm flesh and blood rebuilt. Try it. I'm your husband!"
Mike reached out and held on to Judy's hand. He moved it to his crotch, then pressed her hand firmly down into his groin. Unbidden, Judy began to massage the bulge that was growing under her palm. As in the old days, she ran the zipper down and took a firm hold of Mike's dong.
"Go ahead," he gently urged, "suck on it!"
Judy needed no second invitation. She seemed to flow down Mike's new body to his groin where she took his cock into her eager mouth. The woman carefully took just the purpled head of prick into her oral cavity at first.
She ran her tongue around the rim of the broad hood to stimulate the flesh until it tingled an quivered with lust. As the sorrel-headed woman felt the glans begin to grow, she swirled her tongue around the rim of the cock faster and faster. When the hood was spread as large as it could possibly grow, she tried to stuff her dexterous little tongue down the pin-prick hole in the end of Mike's dick. The attempt had to fail. Judy knew that. Mike knew that. But it was the attempt that was so much fun.
Mike felt a lance of joy leap into his groin when his wife's rough tongue shoved hard into the tiny opening of his prick. The moist swirling motion stimulated him as much as it had before the wreck. His wife had lost none of her abilities, continued to improve on her techniques of oral sex.
Judy slipped her teeth just behind the broad expanse of the man's cock head. Using her tongue, she pushed hard against the sensitive tip of his prick. As Mike groaned with pleasure, Judy began to take all of his dick into her mouth. She avidly sucked him in like a vacuum cleaner pulling in stray ohjects on a rug.
Her tongue maintained the pressure against the tip of his glans while her teeth lightly scored the sides of his lust-shaft. Mike felt three distinct and wonderfully different sensations hammer into his body.
The moist tongue on his glans occasionally licked and lapped at the ultra-sensitive underside of his cock. It was a tickly feeling, one which was gentle and, at the same time, erotically insistent.
Judy's lips formed a perfect seal around his dong as she sucked him into her mouth. Mike felt as if his guts would be pulled out the tip of his cock and go swishing down his wife's throat. The vacuum Judy created by her sucking was so intense, he thought he could lose his mind with the unbridled passion created.
And then there was the feel of her hard, pearly-white teeth along the sides of his prick as she sucked him down her throat. This stimulated him even more than the total effect of the other two sensations assaulting his body. The skin of his prong bunched up slightly in front of the dental advance. As the suction increased and pulled him further into Judy's oral cavern, the skin had to pass by those pearly gates. And it seemed to Mike as if he was passing into a carnal heaven, too.
Everything Judy did with her mouth on his cock was paradise. When she reached up and began to fondle his nuts, Mike had to concentrate hard to keep from shooting his wad off into her mouth. He had bigger plans. He was going to prove to her that he might have Fred's body, but he was really her husband.
He was going to take her around the world before they finished.
Mike laced his fingers into his wife's chestnut-colored hair and began to pull her head into his groin. The man wanted to establish a rhythm as he started to fuck her lovely face. Judy wasn't the prettiest woman he had ever seen-Michelle was far prettier. Judy wasn't the most attractive woman he had screwed-Ariel seemed to be a magnet to his iron.
Judy was, simply, the sexiest woman Mike had ever found. Not breathtakingly pretty. Not unbelievably statuesque. Not a movie-star type at all.
She was Sexy with a capital "S". And that counted for a hell of a lot more than mere physical beauty to Mike.
He appreciated the things Judy did, the way she made love, the way she was continually trying to improve the ways they made love.
Judy wasn't a woman Mike made love to. She was a woman he could make love with. The sharing, the partnership, was what counted and added spice to his marriage. That was why he wanted her to be absolutely sure that he was Mike Montague, husband. Not Fred Montague, son.
Mike finally pulled her face all the way to his groin. With the same speed, he pushed her face away and watched his cock slip from her mouth. He didn't really have to watch. He could feel the progress of his dong going in and out of her moist, liquid, loving mouth.
Mike began to build up speed. He started to fuck Judy's face with more force, more powerful strokes. The tempo increased and soon he was wildly slamming his hips forward, his cock sliding down her throat with each thrust.
Judy took each stroke and continued her fourfold stimulation of her husband's balls. She massaged his nuts with her hand, sucked on his cock, lavished long swipes with her tongue across the sensitive glans and ran her teeth along the length of his lusty cylinder of manmeat.
Mike muttered, "I'm commmmmiiiiiiing, oh, daaaamn!"
He felt the fiery tide of his jism surge along his cock, burning as it came. As if he were a pressure cooker, Mike exploded and blasted gallon after succulent gallon of his come into Judy's mouth.
She sucked and lapped and took every single drop he had to jet out.
Mike collapsed backwards on the sofa and caught his breath. "That's the spirit, kid!" he said, holding her head in both hands.
"You still taste the same!" Judy laughed, licking a stray drop of come off her lower lip.
"Get those clothes off, babe! This is going to be a world excursion!"
Mike didn't miss the slight tremor that started in Judy's body. They had done this trip before, and she loved it. To do it again, now that he was in Fred's body, would drive it home to her that he was still her husband, that he was the old Mike 'in a new container.
Judy undressed in record time. Mike followed her lead and tossed his shorts on top of the small hill of clothing they had constructed. The two naked people faced each other for a moment. Mike sensed the uncertainty, then he pulled Judy's mouth to his and kissed her.
The taste of his own sperm and semen was rich on her lips. As his tongue explored the vastness of her mouth, performing oral acrobatics with her tongue, his hand travelled over the smooth expanse of her body.
Mike felt Judy's tits swell under his hands. The brunette's excited heart pumped extra blood into those mounds of tit-flesh and expanded them to the point where she thought they would burst like over-inflated balloons. The woman delighted in the sensations generated in her body as Mike fondled her ample tits.
Judy knew that her boobs weren't all that large, but Mike always said more than a mouthful was a waste. She believed him when he said it. Now his hands pinched the underside of her jugs, then made their way up the snowy slopes to the very top.
At the crest of the perfect, symmetrical cones was the ruddy plain of her aureole. The slightly bumpy expanse had a marble-sized nipple growing on top of it. When Mike pressed down with his thumb to mash that mushroom-like nubbin into the base, Judy caught her breath. Her chest was filled with desire for her husband. She felt as if a pebble had been dropped into a still pool.
A tiny ripple spread throughout her body and grew as it went. Soon, waves of carnal excitement filled her body to overflowing. Her chest heaved up and down as her passions mounted. She wanted Mike to fuck her. She needed his massive cock inside her, reaming out her cunt, giving her the pleasures she remembered from twenty years of marriage.
Mike felt the earthquakes of desire shake his wife's body. He was able to deduce what was going on both within her body and her mind. The man knew that he was needed inside her seething, steamy cunt. And, surprisingly, Mike found that his hard-on had come back.
He slipped between his wife's succulent thighs and rubbed his dong up and down her sex lips. Judy moaned in pleasure at the sudden stab of delight that coursed throughout her body. Those pink scalloped lips were just the start. She began to anticipate what it might be like to have Mike inside her cunt, fucking her with all the might of his powerful body.
The woman could barely suppress her desires.
She reached out and clutched wildly at Mike's shoulders. Her fingernails dug into his back as she tried to pull him into her body.
Mike continued to ply his prick back and forth along Judy's gash until his tool was completely drenched in her cunt juices. A tiny rivulet ran down his seven-inch staff and dripped over his balls. The tingly feeling tickled him and stimulated him more than he had thought possible.
The man guided his prong to the guardian gates of Judy's cunt. He could almost feel the intense heat boiling out from inside her torrid body to sear his cock. As he pushed forward, his wife raised her legs and rubbed them alongside his rib cage. Mike advanced an inch deeper into her greedy, demanding cunt.
For a woman thirty-five years old, Judy still had a nice, tight cunt. She kept trim and exercised a lot. Her stomach muscles could clamp down on Mike's buried length and made him groan and cry out. And she was always on the lookout for something different, a new way to give them both added sexual pleasure.
Mike continued his inexorable advance into Judy's seemingly bottomless twat. His glans vanished into the yearning pit. Then another inch of his cock was gone.
When Judy moaned and cried out, "Damn you, Mike, fuck me! I want you to fuck me as hard as you can! Oooohhh, fuuuuuck meeee!"
The man increased his speed. Three inches. Four, then five. He felt the soft, ripply walls of her vagina clamping down on his length. The inner heat generated by her intense sexual fires scorched his cock, made him fear that he might get it burned off if he fucked too far into her blast furnace of a cunt.
Six inches. Judy began to buck and toss under him. Mike supported his weight on his hands and looked down into his wife's face. Her delicately boned face seemed to have a mask pulled over it contorting her features.
It was a mask of lust.
Mike slammed home his full seven inches and felt his balls slap against the woman's ass. He held the position to revel in the heat, the firm, insistent pressure along its entire buried length, His stamina was being tested to destruction. Mike felt that if he remained inside this tight, intensely hot sheath of female flesh any longer, he would lose his second load of come.
Mike gasped when Judy began to move her legs in a butterfly motion. When she placed the sides of her knees flat on the floor, it compressed her cuntal channel to an impossibly small diameter. Mike felt as if he had been trapped in a vise. And someone was squeezing down as hard as humanly possible on his dick.
But it was pleasant torture. He wouldn't have wished to be anywhere else in the world. With an intense vacuum forming behind his cock that made him think that his guts would be pulled out of his body through the end of his prick, Mike retracted his tool from Judy's cunt.
She released some of the pressure by moving her legs back up alongside his body. When Mike fucked the second time into her cunt, he generated enough friction to make them both gasp.
"Chriiiist, Mike, thaaaat's great!" Judy muttered from between clenched teeth. Then she bit down on her lower lip and screwed her eyes tightly shut to bear up under the erotic strains being placed upon her body. She wanted to concentrate, to enjoy the tides surging through her to the fullest possible extent.
"Yeah, good. Now for some fuuuuucking!" Mike cried as his hips seemed to take control of his body. Judy's struggling under his body had twisted his prick to add angles that increased his stimulation. The depth of his penetration was greater than he had ever remembered and, once, Mike felt his cock bounce off the softly padded cervix buried far up his wife's quim.
His balls churned and seemed to be on fire. His stomach muscles tightened, and his spine seemed to be prickly with the actions of his fucking. Mike knew that it would only be a matter of minutes before he would lose his load of sperm and semen inside Judy's eager, wanton manhole. But he wanted to prolong the feelings ravaging his body as long as humanly possible.
The velvet and iron vise he felt his cock seized in was a real turn-on. His wife's twat could clamp down on his buried length with surprising strength and hold him immobile for several seconds. Each time she tensed her stomach muscles, she could trap him. And the liquid warmth seemed to creep into his manhole and ooze down to turn up the gas on the burner under his balls.
His nuts seemed to be superheated as the warmth flowed down his prick. In his belly, a small fire had risen from slumbering embers. As Mike fucked faster and faster into the gripping cunt, the fire turned into a raging blaze that would consume his being.
Judy started to hump up to meet each powerful thrust. This shoved Mike's dong even deeper into her frothy cunt. She bucked and turned and twisted his cock around inside her to the point where the man felt she might rip off his precious family jewels.
But he didn't really mind. This was a carnal satisfaction he could get no other way. Mike fucked her even faster and harder.
Soon, neither of them could stand it any longer. As Judy climaxed and her cuntal muscles convulsed around Mike's prong, the man came. As one, they soared on the mutual gale-force winds of orgasm. Locked together at the groin, they rolled over and over on the soft carpet until their passions were entirely spent.
Mike took Judy in his arms and whispered to her, "Still going great. And there's more to come!"
"I hope so," she gasped, regaining her breath after her tumultuous climax. "You never were one to leave things half done. And you've never gone off half-cocked!"
"I promise I won't this time, either! I want to fuck that gorgeous ass of yours next. But I've got to rest for a couple of seconds. You're so damned sexy, you take a lot out of a guy!"
Judy sniffed in mock disgust. "You young whippersnappers just aren't up to the older generation of fuckers, I guess. Why...."
Mike cut her off by rolling her over and landing a firm swat on her creamy white butt. Before Judy could protest, he landed another openhanded slap to her pliant assflesh. Red handprints appeared in stark relief against the white skin.
"Now, if you're going to be uppity, I'm going to have to spank you again!"
"Me, uppity? It's you who should be uppity and you ain't!" She grabbed for his balls and missed by scant inches.
"That does it! You're going to get that pretty ass of yours spanked but good!"
"Promises, promises!" Judy cried as she positioned herself across Mike's lap.
Mike couldn't restrain himself. He landed slap after openhanded slap on his wife's rear end. The imprint of his hand soon produced red crisscross patterns that made her ass look like an erotic checkerboard.
Judy moaned in passion, "Warm, it's warm! Fuck it now, Mike please fuck my ass while it's still feeling so gooood!"
Mike rested the palm of his hand against the red and white flesh. He pressed down slightly and imagined he could feel the warmth radiating out from the spanked rear end. He knew that deep down inside Judy was even hotter territory. Hot and waiting for his prick!
He positioned his wife on the floor so that her legs were slightly spread. Mike began to rub his cock up and down the deep valley formed by the two halves of his wife's ass. When he was far inside the crevice of Judy's buttocks, Mike felt the heat begin to well out of her innards. The tip of his cock prodded against the tiny anus, then began to screw itself past the tight little muscle.
Both Mike and Judy gasped in unison when he finally managed to get his broad, purple-headed dick into her asshole. Mike felt the tight, ring-shaped muscle grip completely around his quivery prick. Unable to keep his hips from thrusting forward, Mike reveled in the sensation of being surrounded by the rubbery, conforming membrane of Judy's rectum after he fucked into her bowels.
Mike's cock was completely swallowed by the hungry rear passageway of his wife. As if he had fitted himself into a glove, the fit was perfect. Hot, tight and perfect!
Judy felt the shivering of Mike's cock inside her rectum. He stirred passions in her that were never aroused when he took her up the cunt. Spanking her first lit the fuse. Now, he was reaching all the way up to the powder keg of her being with his hard, manly prick. She felt pools of molten metal begin to form; it was as if she were melting from the feel of Mike's steely rod inside her ass.
His hairy thighs rubbed against her warmed ass. As he brushed up and down, Judy knew that this orgasm would be the best yet. She loved his cock in her mouth. The taste was delectible and a rare gourmet treat. His dong up her cunt made her feel like she was all woman.
But when Mike fucked her ass, she went watery inside. She flamed with desires that remained hidden otherwise. Her muscles turned to jelly. She was completely drained, then filled with his fiercely fucking cock.
Her universe became centered around that rod of his manhood. As Mike's dick scorched back and forth up her ass, she crept up the hill that led to orgasm. It was a path littered with odd sensations, feelings she dearly loved.
The weakness in her body, the strength of Mike's as he fucked her. The quivering of her bowels, the iron of his prick. The heat inside her body, the wetness in her cunt.
All turned the woman on in a big way. She begged Mike, "Fuck me harder, oooohhhh!"
Mike was lost in his own sexual paradise. He always noticed a chick's legs, then her ass. And assfucking was a treat for him that he seldom turned down except in special cases like with Michelle. No way was he going to pass up a virgin cunt!
But Judy knew just the things to do that drove him wild with desire for her. As his cock rammed up her superheated anus, he felt his balls smash into her warmed ass. He ground his cock even deeper up Judy's asshole until he couldn't possibly go any further.
Then he gripped her waist and, as she slammed her pelvis back, he pulled forcefully toward his groin. He penetrated another half inch.
A half an inch of sheer, undiluted pleasure. His prick became a hot poker in his wife's loins. His groin rubbed against the fleshy half globes of tender assflesh and excited him even more. His breathing became harsh as his heartbeat quickened. Blood pounded in his ears and drowned out the moans of joy Judy was sobbing out.
Mike pulled out, his cock feeling cool in the air outside Judy's body. Then, unable to stand it any longer, Mike began to ram in and out of the asshole in front of him with violent thrusts. He fucked with the intensity of his pentup emotions. He fucked with all the heady joy and exaltation that he could summon.
He was fulfilled. He was a man fucking a woman. That was all that mattered to him. Judy begged for more of his cock, and he tried to give it to her. Mike felt her muscles clamp down around his length, try to sear it off with her fiery inner heat.
Mike's frantic fucking picked up its pace until he slammed into Judy so hard, her arms collapsed under the impact. The brunette rested her head on her crossed forearms and continued to heave her ass back for even deeper penetration by the forcefully driven battering ram of lustful prick. She needed him and he wanted to please her, give her a buttfucking she could never forget.
Mike made an exceptionally hard and fast thrust. He felt the friction along his cock. The warmth seeped into his groin and gripped at his belly like a fist clenching his stomach in an iron grip. The rubbery lining of Judy's asshole seemed to contract and squeeze his length with a fury that he had never known before. The heat, the tightness, the sheer act of fucking her ass brought him off.
Gallons of his sperm erupted from the tip of his savagely driving rod of cock. He felt the heat inside and outside on his prick. The tight passage he was fucking kept him from bursting apart. The force of his come gushing out of his dick threatened to blast him backwards out of the gorgeous ass he so avidly fucked.
Mike rode out the hurricane winds of his orgasm and continued to stroke in and out of Judy's rear as long as he was hard.
Judy felt her husband's cock expand slightly inside her tightest tunnel and knew he was going to climax. The thought thrilled her. When his rush of jism whitewashed her back channel, shivers raced up her spine. The heat bomb of his come ignited the woman's orgasm.
She rotated her hips trying to milk as much spunk out of Mike's cock as she could. Judy was as passion ridden as Mike was. She appreciated him fucking her until she came; she gloried in the knowledge that she'd finally been able to bring him off before her!
Together, they humped up and down until they were both totally exhausted.
Mike's cock died and turned into a limp penis. Judy's loins felt stretched out of shape. Both were spent.
Mike collapsed backwards before he asked his wife, "Like the trip around the world?"
"Best ever, Mike, best ever!" Judy curled up on the rug, a post-coital sleepiness overtaking her. She had a pleasant dream of Mike, stocky, burly Mike fucking her cunt. The dream turned to a nightmare when Fred came up behind her and took her up the ass.
Mike had to awaken her and comfort her. They fell asleep together in the middle of the living room floor, but Judy's sleep was restless.
Was it her husband or her son fucking her now?
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mike told Judy at breakfast, "I think I'll go to the football, game tonight. It's the big game with Reinhardt High. Sort of the big rivalry school spirit malarkey we used to fool around with when we were back in high school. You know the kind of stuff."
Judy looked up from her bowl of soggy corn flakes. "Why do you want to go? You don't even like football. You've always told me that only idiots watched it or played it."
"To tell the truth, I do like hockey a lot more. But I got stuck with an assignment in the journalism class. I was sort of volunteered for it. I'm supposed to learn to be a sportswriter or something by going to one of the fucking football games. It'd be better if they removed my frontal lobe. Then I could be a great sportswriter."
Mike had been told to cover the game; everyone in the class had. But he had motives more than just writing up a short story for use in the school newspaper. He wanted to see Heather, blonde, lovely, leggy Heather out there leaping and cavorting around.
Leading her team to victory.
Mike would cheer her on as long as he was part of her team. He had considered the fact that she was the "property" of Rich, the captain of the football team. Mike had dismissed it in a moment. Heather was too beautiful to waste on a big hunk of gristle and stupidity like Rich. He'd show Heather what it was like to go with a real man, not a muscle-bound, mountainous oaf.
"Well, if you have to go, go ahead. I guess I'll go over to Steve's house for a while."
Mike nodded, then looked at the wall clock. "Damn," he snarled, "I am going to set a new school record for being late every day this month. See you after the game, doll!" He picked up his notebooks and rushed out the front door.
The day drifted by until journalism. All through the class, Mike couldn't keep his eyes off the gorgeous cheerleader. He pictured her in a sweater, bulging in just the right places. Then he saw her standing naked in front of. him, her lips slightly parted with her coral-tipped tongue circling those lips in the most seductive manner possible. She beckoned to him. She silently begged him for his massive cock to be thrust up her empty cunt.
Mike snapped out of his reverie as the final bell of the day rang. Heather flashed him a smile which he returned tenfold. He didn't want to blind her with the brilliance of his toothpaste-commercial smile, but he did want to let her know how much he raunched after her.
Ariel came up and put a slender fingered hand on his shoulder. "Fred, old man," the black girl told him, "Heather's bad medicine for you. Her old man's a real, dyed in the wool, grade A, number one bastard." v
"Rich? That guy doesn't scare me, I could break him in two like this." Mike gripped his pencil in both hands, then jerked. The pencil broke with a snap!
"Hate to say this, Freddy, baby, but that's the way you would break. Rich is big, strong and quick with his fists. He enjoys hurting people."
"Like Heather? Think that's her trip?" Mike began to wonder what it would take to turn the sexy cheerleader on. Maybe a little bit of roughing up was what it took to get her turned on and ready to fuck.
"Could be. But it's you I'm thinking about. I'd hate for you to get hung by the gazingas, you know?" The black girl's hand fleetingly touched Mike's groin. As she felt the bulge begin to grow, she pressed down more firmly.
"Those I'd miss. You're a real stud. Stay cool and avoid big nasties on the football team. They're likely to use you as a football, dig it?" Ariel grinned, then left.
Mike drifted out of the class and went to the football stadium. He considered what Ariel had said. But he'd met bigger men than Rich. He'd always met guys smaller but nastier.
Mike recalled one scene from his training in the Green Berets that had impressed him more than most things. His unarmed combat instructor had been a third-degree black belt in judo and weighed an easy two-thirty. One class had been attended by a hundred-and-five-pound major in the Japanese army.
That little guy had tossed two hundred and thirty pounds of power and ability around like a sack of potatoes.
Major Hamatani had been a fifth-degree black belt and a veteran of more street fights than he could remember. He had been instant death with a dozen weapons-or none at all.
Size and strength weren't all that mattered. It was how you used what you had that really counted. Mike laughed when he thought how well that philosophy applied to balling. A guy didn't have to be ten inches long and a foot thick. But he had to be able to use what he had. Used well, any guy could fuck a chick until she begged for more.
Confidence.
That's what it took, confidence and skill. And didn't he have more than any three of those pricks on the football team? Damn right! Ariel could give him advice, but he'd be balling Heather before the night was over!
Mike went to the football stadium and noticed that they had a crowd bigger than normal. Wyatt Memorial High wasn't noted for its football team. They had another perfect record this year-eight straight losses. But Reinhardt High usually did just as poorly.
This was a battle for last place. The loser would finish up in the cellar. Year after year, they battled for last place. Mike thought it was sort of neat, but he didn't dare say that to any of the other students. They considered it a disgrace.
Mike pushed his way through the crowd and found a good seat on the forty-yard line. It wasn't all that good for watching the game, but it was great for watching Heather.
The cheerleader was decked out in the school's colors. She had a brilliant blue sweater on that bulged just as Mike had imagined it would.
Heather had nice sized boobs. He began to fantasize what he would do to them if he got the chance. He'd grab them and squeeze them, grind his fingers into them until the pliant flesh flowed like putty beneath his fierce, demanding grip.
But under the short black skirt was the real turn on for Mike. The blonde's ass bulged nicely, but her tanned thighs almost made Mike lose his wad then and there. Heather had the nicest legs he'd ever seen, and those tawny thighs were just too much to merely look at. He had to have them rubbing against his legs as he fucked her.
The more Mike thought about it, the more he considered forgetting her gushing little blonde-rimmed pussy and concentrating on her thighs. Fucking the cheerleader's thighs would be a new sexual high for him and probably a vastly different experience for her.
Mike gazed across the field and saw the Reinhardt High cheerleaders' asses wiggling back and forth. A quick survey convinced him that the grass wasn't all that was greener on the other side. The other school's cheerleaders had an ingenuous, vapid look about them that turned him off.
Mike considered Heather again. No virgin, he was sure of that. But that made her more experienced, more likely to be able to give as well as to receive a good fucking.
He'd definitely fuck her before the night was over.
The game progressed with both sides losing the ball due to fumbles, miscalled plays and general incompetence. Mike didn't know much about the game, but he could spot the mistakes easily. The final score was close-7 to 6 in favor of Reinhardt High-but it couldn't show how poorly the game had been played.
Mike vaulted over the retaining wall and went over to Heather. Without the briefest hesitation, he lied, "Sure a heartbreaker to lose a game like this, isn't-it?"
Heather was a real heartbreaker. She smiled, then nodded, a cascade of honey blonde hair shimmering around her shoulders, "Right. And we came so close!"
Mike didn't care how they came, as long as they both did!
"How about going over to Mary J's and getting a coke? Your throat must be parched from all that shouting and hollering you were doing. And you must be really tired out. That's got to take a lot of energy." His eyes met her green ones squarely.
"Lots of things take energy, but it's a lot of fun. With some of them." Heather smiled radiantly and moved a little closer to Mike. He was thinking of all the ways he could burn up energy so they would both enjoy it-and Heather could cheer all she wanted!
"Let's go, then."
"Okay. But ... you're not afraid Rich will object? I mean, well, we've been going together all year...." Heather was watching to see what Mike's reaction would be.
"Years get shorter all the time. Must be the season or something."
Together, they went to Mary J's. While they were seated close to each other, side by side, Rich and three of the others on the football team came in. Rich's face turned a fiery red when he saw Mike holding Heather's hand-pressed firmly against her protruding boob.
"YOU! The twerp! Leave. This is my chick."
Heather jumped a foot at the bull roar. But Mike wasn't surprised. He had seen them come in and was ready. His mind was a pool of deadly calm, his body tense, yet loose enough to move.
"Hi, Rich. Lost another one, huh?" Mike watched Rich get even redder in the face, the teenager's zits standing out like fiery red beacons. Then Mike added, "Tough to have a losing season-in everything."
Heather squeezed Mike's hand and said, "Maybe you'd better go. I don't want a scene or anything...."
Like hell you don't, Mike thought. This is turning you on. Which is why I'm even bothering!
"She's no one's property, Rich. Not even yours."
Rich reached out and grabbed Mike by the collar and lifted him shoulder high. Mike got to his feet, placed his right thumb on the inside of the football player's left wrist and turned. To Rich's surprise, Mike easily broke the grip on his collar.
"Want me to break your wrist for you, Rich?" Mike's voice was cold and level.
Rich yanked his hand free of the delicate grip. "You fag! I'll break your pansy neck for you!" Rich swung a meaty ham of a fist. In a motion too quick to see, Mike grabbed wrist and elbow and easily tossed Rich flat onto his back. As the football player rolled to his stomach and started to lift himself on his hands, Mike kicked his arms out from under him.
The football player's face smashed into the floor. When Rich rose, his nose was broken.
He didn't say a word. He clutched his bleeding nose and fled.
His three buddies didn't. They exchanged looks and one of them said menacingly, "You should'na done that, punk." The football player took a short step forward. The next thing he knew, a sharp pain lanced through his foot, and he was sailing through the air. Mike had stomped on the teenager's instep, then easily tossed him with a simple tsuri komiashi. Before the guy had hit the ground, the two others attacked.
An elbow to the stomach followed by a knee to the chin stopped one quickly. The other paused, reached into a back pocket and pulled out a switchblade.
There was a dull click! as the blade flashed open, "You're gonna get cut up, wise ass. I'm gonna fix your fuckin' wagon but good!"
Mike hadn't really hurt any of the others. This guy was in for some real pain. Mike let the blade slide past his body as the football player lunged. He took the wrist in a deceptively gentle grip. As he tugged backwards, the football player's feet seemed to leap out from under him. Mike continued pressing backwards and a dull snap! resounded through the restaurant.
Mike had broken the teenager's arm. As the guy lay on his back, Mike gave an added twist and dislocated the arm at the shoulder. In a voice too low for anyone but the prone attacker and Heather to hear, Mike snarled, "Ever pull a knife on me again and I'll kill you."
The scream of sirens disturbed the peace of the scene and in a moment the place was crawling with cops.
The switchblade had mysteriously vanished and all the cop saw was a guy in a letter jacket holding his arm. "Awright, what's going on here?"
The proprietor of Mary J's began babbling how the football team had attacked Mike. His account was barely comprehensible.
The cop took one look at Mike's slender figure, then laughed, "Yeah, sure. This ninety-eight pound weakling just beat up four lettermen on the football team. And I'll bet you tell me next that Raquel Welch's really some guy in drag." Without saying another word, the cop stalked out of Mary J's. Silence still hung like a pallor over the restaurant.
Mike said to Heather, "Let's get out of here."
"Sure, Fred, anything you say!" Adoration shone brightly in her eyes. Mike smiled. The entire scene had been for her benefit. It really amazed him how she got off on violence. He thought she was going to have an orgasm when he broke that last guy's arm for him. But it'd been stupid to pull a blade on a Green Beret.
Then Mike laughed. A Green Beret? They thought he was seventeen years old!
"I want to see the stadium again. Why don't we go there? I guess it must be pretty deserted after a football game...."
Heather quickly said, "Oh, yes, no one sticks around after we lose a game. Everyone's so down, you know?"
Mike knew who'd be going down real soon. Heather even moved closer to him when he began squeezing her ass.
They wandered to the top of the stadium as the sun was setting. Mike pulled Heather close to him and said, "The only thing lovelier than the sunset is you standing in front of it!"
Heather looked up into Mike's brown eyes. "You're so different. I mean, that accident did things to you. What was it like? The pain, I mean?"
"I can't say. I was knocked out most of the time." Mike had been right. Pain was where it was at with this chick.
"And the way you dumped Rich. The look on his face was precious! And what you did to Charlie! Did you break his arm?"
Mike began to run his hands up under Heather's sweater. He undid her bra snaps, then moved his groping hands up under the cups of her bra. He told her, "Broke his arm, then dislocated his shoulder." Mike felt the girl's nipples snap to attention when he told her what he had done to the football player.
"And he was the only one on the team with a good passing arm!" Heather put her arms around Mike's neck and kissed him. She started gently, then crushed his lips to hers until Mike almost cried out in pain. Heather's teeth seemed to mash his lips unmercifully.
In return, Mike squeezed her tits as hard as he could-which was very hard. He felt the soft flesh begin to change shape and flow like putty under his grip. The nipples on top of her mountainous tits had gotten granite hard. His thumbs brutally shoved the aroused pebbles into the marshmallowy soft bases.
Heather moaned, "Ooooowwww, that feels heavenly! I ... I ... hurt me, Fred! Crush my body with yours!".
Mike pulled the girl down to the rough wood planking of the stadium seats. With a quick motion, he had her out of the cobalt blue sweater. As Heather had her arms raised together above her head, her jugs swung together. The restraining strap of her bra had already been undone. Mike drank in the blonde's beauty as he would a deep draft of good beer.
Heather's tanned belly was slightly domed. She began to shiver as Mike put his hand on the gentle curve and began to stroke back and forth. He increased the pressure and began to massage her stomach. His other hand flipped off the useless bra.
Heather was gloriously naked to the waist. In the dim twilight, her snow white tits seemed to glow against the contrasting tanned skin of her midriff and arms. Mike thought she should really sunbathe in the nude. She could get a complete tan that way.
"You're lovely, Heather, absolutely lovely!" Mike dived down and took one of the rock-hard nipples into his mouth. He sucked in the entire top of the ruddy crested boob, then began to gnaw. Mike ran his tongue over the aroused nubbin of flesh until Heather squirmed and-thrashed about with passion.
On a sudden impulse, he bit down on her nipple hard enough to hurt.
Heather climaxed. She cried out, "AAAAIEEE! OOOOHHHH!! and threw her arms around Mike's neck and pulled his face down even harder in to her tit.
Afraid he would bite off her nipple, Mike released his death's grip on her tiny mushroom of nipple. But he continued to run his teeth up and down the sides of her creamy white cone of tit. Heather's jug couldn't possibly fit into Mike's mouth. It was simply too big.
But Mike tried to cram all of the quivering, aroused flesh in. His teeth ran down the slopes of the jug and left a red track behind each of his teeth. Mike then went back up the silky slope, closing his jaws as he went. He left more fiery red tracks in the white skin.
Heather was almost wild with ecstasy.
Mike gripped her other tit with his hand, then began to squeeze powerfully and rhythmically. The combined action of his teeth on one tit and his hand, along with his fingernails, gouging at her other knocker pushed Heather to the abyss of orgasm again. Mike hung on for dear life as the blonde cheerleader screamed out her passions and let the ocean of orgasm wash through her body.
Mike went back to Heather's mouth. He had to brush a strand of her hair away from her lips, then he took both of her lips into his mouth with a lewd sucking noise. Trapped within the dental prison of his teeth, the girl's lips seemed to tremble in anticipation. When Mike bit down on the fleshy ridges, Heather moaned even louder than she had before.
The man ran his tongue up and down the girl's lips, then plunged his oral organ into the cavity of her mouth. There, Mike briefly duelled with Heather's tongue to lure it into his mouth.
As the tip of the cheerleader's tongue passed his teeth, Mike bit down hard. Coordinated with that was sudden and painful pressure on Heather's knockers. The three areas of pain seemed to trigger nerves in her body that usually went unattended. She felt her cunt begin to sluggishly flow, something that seldom happened.
As Mike continued to brutalize her lips and boobs, Heather felt her body react more and more strongly. She had gotten off several times when Mike had given her pain. Now, she was feeling the strange and distant itch between her legs, far up her cunt. She needed a man's cock inside her!
Heather tossed her head aside and moaned out, "Fuck me, Fred, fuck me until you hurt meeee! Ooooohhhh!"
Mike pressed down firmly on the cheerleader's firm, taut belly as he moved his mouth around to an exquisitely formed earlobe. When the man bit down on the pendulous earlobe, a lance of pain surged into Heather's head. The barriers of pleasure and pain blurred in her body.
The intense pain caused her body to convulse once in ecstasy. Another orgasm ripped through her being.
Heather shook her head and sent a swirl of blonde hair orbiting around her. In the pale light of the rising moon, it appeared to be a halo. Mike had the momentary thought that this was an angel, but not an angel of mercy. She was an angel living to feel pleasure from pain. An angel demanding gratification from agony.
Mike was fascinated with the way the girl was reacting to his rough treatment. He had to admit he rather enjoyed the feeling of superiority he had over her. Each time she moved, he could hurt her and give her all the joy she could bear.
But Mike could get his kicks from this kind of treatment only so long. His cock was hard and pressed with insistent urgency against his jeans. He'd have to stuff that mighty cock of his into a female orifice soon to get off, or he'd cream all over himself.
Mike thought that would be an incredible waste with such a willing and completely submissive chick like Heather at his command. It was just a matter of how he wanted to fuck her.
Heather's lovely face would look good having a cock stuffed into it. A hard, throbbing cylinder of sheer carnal lust fucking her face.
Mike wasn't sure if that was really what he wanted or not-but it would do until he could think of something better!
"Go ahead and start sucking on my cock, you sultry bitch!" Mike had dropped his jeans and slipped out of his shorts. With a shrug of his shoulders, he had gotten completely naked. He presented his cock to the blonde's lips.
When she didn't immediately take his prick into her mouth and start sucking, Mike grabbed his tool and firmly rammed it between Heather's lips. Still unresponsive, Mike slapped her.
The sharp tingle of pain lighted the fires of lust within her body again, and Heather became a fanatic on giving Mike the pleasure he had been giving her. She started sucking and giving head like a pro.
Mike gasped when he felt her wet, rough tongue wash across the head of his lust-aroused prick. Heather started to suck like a milking machine as she tongued the man's organ buried in her mouth. With the added stimulus of fondling the hairy sac containing his balls, the girl was giving her share of mouth-love to Mike.
Mike sat back and enjoyed for a while. He felt Heather's tongue circle the rim of his dick, then suck in his entire length. When she tried to bite down on his cock, he slapped her hard. Mike thought that the sexy cheerleader had smiled a little as she resumed the blow job.
She was one fucked-up chick. But sexy. And attractive. And one that Mike was getting progressively hotter for. He'd fuck her before long.
He felt his dong begin to throb with new blood frantically pumped into the length. When Mike sensed that he was nearing his own orgasm, he pulled his tool from Heather's mouth. She seemed reluctant to let him leave. She pursed her lips around his prick as it slid out with a wet popping noise.
"Get those silly pants and the ridiculous skirt off! NOW!" Mike leaned forward on the girl's body, clutching at her jugs. He gripped both of her tits in a vise grip and twisted. The rotary motion made Heather think that the man intended to rip her mountainous boobs from her chest. The pain assured her that he cared for her, would do anything to give her a good lay.
Both of them were completely naked in the deserted stadium. The twilight had given way to the velvety blackness of night. A few lights from a shopping center gleamed in the distance and stars shone down on them from above. Otherwise, there was no light but the pale moon.
Mike felt himself grow even harder when he saw Heather completely naked for the first time. The moonlight cast eerie shadows on her body, highlighted different parts of her voluptuous body. The cheerleader's tanned skin seemed golden. Her jugs and a thin band around her flaring hips that included her pussy mound were a marble white. Heather's golden hair sparkled as if it were truly made of gold. The tiny patch of hair between her legs seemed to be the golden fleece Jason had hunted for so long ago.
The man had the passing thought that Heather might have been a modern day Medea, a witch of incredible beauty and devious ways.
"Spread those legs, girl. I'm going to fuck you!" he commanded.
Heather seemed to be lost in a dream world of her own creation. She parted her legs without a moment's hesitation, however. Mike stared at the beckoning cunt and knew he could not withstand the Circe's call.
He moved forward and quickly rammed his dong into her cunt, then shivered a bit. As the man began a slow, methodical fucking, the blonde cheerleader started to moan constantly. Her words were slurred with lust, but it spurred Mike on.
He delighted in being between those twin pillars of Heather's legs. Her cheerleader practice had made her limbs strong and supple. Mike felt the ripple and play of her muscles as he fucked her. The teenager was totally at his command as long as she was impaled around his delving prong.
Mike felt the friction on his tool, the lubrication of Heather's cunt juice letting him slip and slide more easily along her love tunnel. When he gripped both of her doughy tits and squeezed, Mike almost came. Heather's cunt seemed to collapse around his length. When he gave her pain, she gave the ultimate human pleasure possible.
Mike reached under Heather's ass and lifted her buttocks off the planking of the stadium seats. He inserted his hands between her asscheeks and separated the hunks of meat. Mike twisted and pulled as he fucked.
Heather had another orgasm. Mike had truly unlocked the sexual secrets of this ravishing creature and could do with her as he wished.
The electrical surges that volted into his body told Mike that he was approaching his orgasm again. It seemed a shame to him to come so quickly. He had given Heather so many climaxes he had lost count. And she was still lost in her carnal paradise. But he hardly had begun to get heated.
The smooth silkiness of Heather's inner thighs on his body gave Mike the perfect idea. He looked at the passion-wracked teenager stretched out in front of him on the bench and knew that she wouldn't care what he did to her. This opportunity might not present itself again soon.
He vowed he was going to fuck Heather's marvelous thighs. It was something that had occurred to him on the spur of the moment. Mike wasn't sure how it would work-but he was going to try!
Mike needed as much lubrication as possible for this scheme of his. He positioned himself between those succulent, tender thighs, moved his fiery red, pulsating prick to the doors of Heather's cunt, then shoved forward as hard as he could. He penetrated his full seven inches.
Heather moaned anew as Mike fucked into her tight, teenaged cunt. Mike knew that few men had ever been inside this chick. She might sleep around, but she did it selectively and with few guys. Probably, there were too few that could understand her need to be abused. Her desire to see and experience pain probably put a lot more of them off.
Mike had no such compunctions. All he was interested in was a hot pussy and a willing woman. What he had to do to get those worthy goals was almost immaterial to the man. Mike had done some bizarre things in his day and would do more now that he had been granted an extra twenty years of youth.
The fountain of youth-and he'd use it to sexually explore the vast wilderness of carnal knowledge that he had missed the first time around!
Mike pulled out of Heather's heaving cunt with a sucking noise. She had used those well-trained stomach muscles to clamp firmly down on his length as he was buried full hilt in her twat. The seeping cunt juice began to flow faster and faster as the girl was really turned on.
The pain had been the ticket, the entry price to her quim. Now that Mike had paid his admission price, he could do whatever he wanted to with the sexy blonde cheerleader. And the lusty man intended to make Heather cheer loudly when he was finished. If she had the energy!
He fucked faster and faster into her manhole to lubricate his manhood. His pillar of cock expanded slightly each time he shoved into her belly until Mike thought he would pop. That was the last thing he wanted to do.
All he intended right now was to soak his prick in the girl's wonderful cunt juice, get as slick and slippery as he could, make his own vagina from her legs, and then fuck the hell out of those silky thighs!
"Fu ... fuck me harder, Fred. Please, I ... I ... aaaaaiiiieee!"
Mike ignored the girl's thrashing about as he felt her quim contract around his pillar of lust. He was accomplishing his goal. And the cheerleader had already gotten off more times than he could count. It was his turn to see what he could do.
He enjoyed the tight sheath of female flesh around his dick. Heather was steamy hot inside and the liquid, squishy feeling each time he fucked into her cunt was a delight. Mike felt the slow fuse of lust ignite and burn back along the length of his mighty seven-inch dong. When the flames of carnal need reached his balls, a new sensation ripped through his body. He was filled with burning napalm.
The girl was working his cock over with her cuntal muscles, squeezing and clamping down on him like she was some sort of human vise. The inner oils of her pussy that he wanted on his cock felt like they were seeping into his male organ. Mike was sure that his cock was a sponge for her hot juices. That her love liquids would make him permanently slippery.
"Okay, Heather, time to cut this out. You can get any stud to fuck that tight little cunt of yours. I want your legs pressed together as tight as you can get them!"
Mike's voice seemed to fall on deaf ears. Heather was lost in her own wonderland of sex.
To get her attention, Mike reached forward and pinched the aroused nubbins on top of each of the cheerleader's jugs. The blonde girl shrieked with the pain, then her lovely green eyes opened. She stared at Mike as if only vaguely understanding where she was or who he was. "Wha...?"
"Get those thighs of yours together. NOW! You little slut, now!" Mike grabbed Heather's knees as he pulled out of her clutching cunt. With brutal strength he shoved her legs firmly together. Her knees pressed tight together, he applied brutal strength to her thighs until the fleshy, smooth skin rubbed.
The blonde's inner thighs were touching.
Mike bent the girl's legs back until her knees touched her boobs, then maneuvered under her calves. His dong, rigid and well oiled from its many trips up and down Heather's cunt, slipped between her thighs.
Mike gasped when he felt the satiny skin caress his cock. He started to fuck back and forth between the cheerleader's thighs, the tanned flesh pulling slightly at the skin on his dick. The contorted position he forced Heather into gave her some measure of pain; it also was pleasurable to her.
The sensitive nerves on her inner legs had never been stimulated in this way before. She'd never had her luscious thighs fucked. And the experience turned her on. She delighted in pain. The unusual was also spice for her sexual appetites, which were huge and virtually insatiable.
Mike enjoyed the feeling of his cock surging between Heather's legs. He was surrounded by the tanned skin of her legs. It wasn't as tight a fit as he'd found inside her cunt, but it was a decidedly different feeling. It was bizarre and not a little kinky to fuck the chick's slender, well-fleshed thighs. He always was a leg man, and this had to be the ultimate consummation for a guy who dug lower limbs.
He was fucking two of the most gorgeous thighs he had ever seen. Heather moaned as she became progressively more excited, but it was Mike who was really getting off. Here in the stadium, under the stars, on a rough wooden bench, he was fucking the most gorgeous cheerleader in the school!
And how he was fucking her!
Mike felt the flames of desire that had blazed in his groin burst throughout his body and consume him with total lust. He fucked faster and harder, his balls slapping into Heather's legs as his dick slipped between her thighs to emerge on the topside of her legs. In the position he had bent her, the tip of his cock impacted against her belly.
Mike sensed his glans rubbing against the smoothly muscled expanse of Heather's taut, slightly domed stomach. He began rotary motion to his screwing and found even more pleasure!
By careful positioning, he was soon able to run the tip of his cock into the excited girl's belly button. Her navel seemed the perfect target as Mike fucked through her legs, the friction if his prick on her tanned, tawny skin burning away his carefully accumulated cunt juice.
Before either knew it, the sweat from their bodies was providing the lubrication Mike needed to continue his fucking.
Mike shoved through his leggy cunt and stuffed the head of his dick into Heather's navel. Mike dug in his toes and shoved even harder as if trying to fuck the lustrous blonde's deep depression in the middle of her stomach.
"Oh, yessss, yesss!" Heather managed to moan out as Mike continued his vastly different lovemaking.
"Right on, baby, right on!" Mike cried as he retreated, then fucked through his artificially created vagina of thigh again. This time when he descended to Heather's navel, the fires of passion blazed too high in his belly. He came, spewing his come into her belly button and all over her stomach.
Mike gushed out gallon after gallon of his pent up come. His jism smeared across the beautiful teenager's belly to gleam phosphorescent in the moonlight.
Mike continued to fuck Heather's delectable thighs until he could no longer maintain his hard-on. He felt his cock growing flaccid. It was with deep regret that he allowed the girl's legs to spill to either side of his body.
He had wanted to continue fucking her legs all night long. But looking down at the contented look on Heather's face, framed in the gold and silver beams of the moonlight, he knew that he should be content. He'd done something he had never tried before-and it had been absolutely marvelous.
Heather had the most perfect legs and thighs he'd ever seen on a woman. And he had actually gotten her to let him fuck through them!
The cheerleader reached out her slender fingered hands and began to rub the sperm and se men on her belly in large circles. When her hands were totally covered with the sticky jism, she began to fondle her own mountainous tits.
Mike had never seen a chick get off so much on such simple thighs. He thought she was going to have another orgasm right then and there.
The idea dawned on him that he could probably fuck her again if he played his cards right. Mike pulled Heather's tapered legs back up over his head and dived for the juicy little slit between her legs. His mouth closed over her snatch, and he began to tongue her with all the gusto and passion he could muster.
When he was hard again, they fucked once more.
Heather's loud, long cheers heartened him as he led the team of two to another touchdown. It was past midnight before they left the stadium, both content and satiated from their lovemakings.
Mike virtually floated home on a cloud. He had achieved a goal he thought he'd never see in his life. He had fucked the most perfect legs in the world.
Judy thought he was high on dope when he made love to her. She'd seldom seen him so eager or coltish when he fucked her.
CHAPTER NINE
Mike decided this high school stint wasn't so bad after all. He was being treated with incredible respect by most of his classmates. And the girls were literally dogging his steps everywhere he went. Not only had they heard how he had bested four of the stars of the football team, but the word had gotten around that he had fucked Heather. That would have put a feather in anyone's cap.
The sexy cheerleader, however, wasn't content to let the rumors fly. She was helping them along. Most of what she said was the gospel truth, but few believed that. The rumors they chose to believe were even more bizarre and had turned Mike into some kind of sex athlete.
When Ariel dropped a hint or two about Mike's prowess at screwing, the rumors flew even faster. Michelle saw that she could bolster her own prestige. Word spread like wildfire when she related how Mike had fucked her twice after she had given him a blow job.
Mike found that he could pick and choose now. Ariel still appealed to him, and they would occasionally slip out to secluded spots around the school and ball. Once he had eaten her out on a teacher's deck during the lunch recess. Another time, she had given him head during study hall. The black chick had crept under the desk, unzipped his jeans and begun to suck with all her might. She'd tried to make him cry out and attract attention to himself.
Mike had stoically withstood her sexual onslaught even if he had broken three pencils doing it.
Heather had dumped Rich and was going with the student body president. Mike was glad that he had her off his hands. He loved to look at her. The blonde and simply gorgeous cheerleader had the most fantastic pair of legs he'd ever seen, but her need for pain didn't fit in too well with his own sexual needs. There was nothing wrong with a little sado-masochism now and then; it added variety to the sex act. But Heather certainly and constantly needed pain to get off. Mike soon tired of one thing without variants.
Michelle was still something of a cockteaser, and he had lost interest in her. She still twitched her lovely ass in the most seductive way possible, but the brunette wasn't the challenge for him that she once was. He had fucked her, had gotten her to beg him for his cock, and that ended the challenge. He had won the race and was now content to look to other mountains to climb, other chicks to fuck.
Mike found that high school was very easy from an academic standpoint, too. He seldom studied for any of the tests. He wasn't the A student Fred had been, but he could hold on to a good B average without too much trouble. His teachers bugged him for not doing homework. Mike privately created mental hells for them to burn in. He was too busy with all the lovely ass running around unattached in the school. Homework wasn't as exciting as bed work, though he seldom was able to actually fuck any of the chicks in a bed.
Ariel and he found the darkroom the best bet. Heather and he had screwed in the stadium. He had even allowed Charles the grinning boy and his sister Susan to put him in the backseat of a car. It had been after midnight and the radio had been playing a pop tune Mike found especially conducive to a nice, rhythmic fucking.
But beds?
Those he saved for Judy.
Mike's one worry and delight was algebra. That class was hard for him. It had been difficult when he'd been in high school, and it still was. But Bertha, that sultry, provocative, incredibly luscious Latin beauty teaching the class was part of his problem.
How could a guy concentrate on determinants when he had a hard-on and was thinking of balling his teacher?
Mike watched the tawny-skinned goddess slowly walk back and forth at the front of the classroom. His eyes drank in her seductive beauty, and he could think of little but what lay under the thin clothing she wore. Bertha Muneca wore a see-through blouse that would have been scandalous if she hadn't chastely worn a slip underneath. But Mike suspected that the silk was all, that there wasn't a bra underneath that thin covering. He imagined he could detect the telltale little lumps that were her nipples prodding proudly against the material.
Mike wished that he sat closer to the front of the room. And then again, if he did, she might see his hard-on.
The trim lines of the short skirt exposed her slender legs to good effect. Bertha wore panty hose, though with her bronzed skin she hardly needed them for coloration. And her firm, young body hardly needed support for sagging muscles. Mike had done some snooping and found out that Bertha was only twenty-three and two years out of college. This was her first year at Wyatt High, her first being spent substitute teaching until she could get a full-time contract.
Rumors flew around the school that she had a torrid love affair going with the physics teacher, but Mike sincerely doubted that. Teddy Clarke was hardly Bertha's type. He was a sharp guy, a few years older, but nothing like her in temperament.
Bertha was fiery, prone to sudden bursts of anger and even more sudden apologies. Mike imagined she could be very loving during one of those apologetic periods. Very loving, indeed.
But Teddy was about as lovable as a dead fish. He lived, ate and breathed physics. To him an experiment in parallax was far more important than fucking a chick. Mike knew that Heather had openly propositioned the teacher, and he had turned her down. Mike considered such a travesty to border on idiotic.
How anyone could pass up a piece of ass like the blonde, sexy and very attractive Heather was a mystery.
Besides, Teddy and Bertha were never seen together. That didn't mean a whole lot to Mike since he was certain that teachers had access to places that students could never go. And he thought of all the places he'd fucked Ariel and the others without being seen...." Fred! I asked you what the answer was to problem nineteen!" The woman's voice drifted through the clouds of desire like a lightning bolt. She'd just asked him a question, and he didn't have the slightest idea what the answer might be.
Mike looked around in desperation hoping to see some of the whiz-kids raising their hands to upstage him. From the looks on their faces, they didn't know either. Mike's eyes fastened on one of the football jock's jerseys. The number seventy-two was prominent.
It was as good as any other guess. "Miss Muneca, the answer is seventy-two."
He watched as the lovely woman brushed the raven hair out of her eyes. Then she sat back on the edge of her desk and crossed her trim ankles. She sighed and said, her eyes wide in amazement, "Fred, you astound me. You're the first student in any of my classes to get that right. "Would you care to come up to the board and show everyone how you got the answer?"
Mike gulped. He was trapped now. And he was rising from his desk, the bell rang.
Saved by the bell!
"That's all right. Class dismissed." Bertha went back to her chair and sat down to sort through the homework papers that had been turned in earlier in the period. Mike decided that this was his big chance to see just how good his technique was, how available Bertha was.
"Miss Muneca," Mike started, then paused for her to look up. When she did, Mike's heart did a flip-flop, and he moved his notebook to the front of his pants to hide the growing bulge there.
"Yes, Fred?" Her voice was like the susurration of wind in the tall pines, a lilting song from the loveliest of songbirds.
"I was wondering if it might be possible for me to, uh, get a little extra ... tutoring in ... math." He spaced his words just right for her to get the impression without openly stating anything.
Bertha smiled, then leaned back in her chair. As she put her hands behind her head, her breasts surged forward. The nipples prominently showed through the flimsy material of her slip. Mike had been right about her not wearing a bra underneath that thin garment.
"I think you're doing quite well. In many things, from the rumors that fly around the school."
Mike smiled. "What do you mean?"
"That you've got quite a reputation as a lady's man. Now, you wouldn't be thinking of ... seducing me, would you?" There was a look of vast amusement on her symmetric, well-formed face. Her lips curled back in the slightest of smiles, but her ebony eyes danced with merriment at the thought of a seventeen-year-old boy propositioning her.
"Me? Seduce you? Just because you're so much more sophisticated than these teenagers? Or because you're so much more intelligent, not to mention minor things like prettier and sexier? No, I just want some extra ... tutoring."
Mike was satisfied with the impression he'd made. If he'd stammered or seemed unsure of himself, he'd be out in the cold. It looked as if he'd soon be in a warm, wet and completely willing cunt. Bertha was surprised at his poise. Surprised and intrigued enough to be curious.
"All right. After school. My apartment. This is the number. Just come on over and we can talk further. You interest me."
"And you certainly interest me! But then, you probably interest a lot of men. See you after school!" With that, Mike was off to his journalism class, but all he could think about was fucking Bertha. He'd show her an array of numbers that would orthogonalize her matrix! He'd fuck her cross-eyed!
Mike almost ran to the apartment building where Bertha lived. He wasn't really surprised to find it in one of the swinging singles complexes. He just hoped that didn't mean she had a roommate ... male variety, who would find a teenager fucking his girlfriend to be a bit on the ridiculous side.
Mike was willing to overcome any obstacle to get into Bertha, though.
He found the proper apartment and rang the doorbell. It took only a second for his sexy math teacher to open the door. She seemed to be a little surprised to see him.
"Come on in, Fred. You continually amaze me. I thought you'd never be able to summon up the courage to come over."
"Why's that ... Bertha?" Mike decided to see how far he could go. The woman didn't seem to notice his use of her first name. He'd gotten to first base.
"I figured your come-on was just to see if you could do it or not. Coming over means you intend to deliver, right? Do you really think a seventeen year old, even one with the reputation of being such a stud, could satisfy an old woman like me?" Bertha sat on the sofa, crossed her stocking-clad legs, then lit a cigarette. It dangled loosely between her fingers as she puffed on it, the very picture of sophistication.
But Mike sensed the tense undercurrent in the woman. She was afraid he'd call her bluff.
So he did.
"Yeah, I can satisfy you, no matter what your sexual tastes. And I'd be a fool to call you old. You're only," Mike had to pause and recompute his first estimate-not fifteen years younger but six years older-"humm, five or six years older than I am. More like an older sister than an old woman. Besides, my tastes may run to old women. I'm positive they do, if you're one!"
Bertha laughed, then gracefully rose. "A drink for the macho stud? Bourbon?"
"Sounds fine, as long as you come with it." Mike was beginning to enjoy this. Would she chicken out or would he be able to talk her into actually balling?
She handed the glass of straight bourbon to Mike. Bertha clearly thought he couldn't handle the booze. He took a sip of it and said, "You have good tastes. Wild Turkey 101 proof, isn't it?"
"I have that in a crystal decanter. How did you know? You couldn't have seen the bottle!"
"This is my favorite, this and Maker's Mark. But I'd rather talk about us. Liquor is liquor, women are divine!"
"You sure as hell do come on strong. I can see why you cut such a big swathe through the sweet young things in school. That accident sure changed you, too."
"For the better, dearest, for the better!" Mike sipped at his fiery liquor until it had vanished from his glass. It warmed his belly, made him feel alive. He was ready to take on a dozen wildcats-or Bertha!
Bertha eyed him, her black orbs boring into his soul. Mike met the searching gaze and returned one that signalled nothing but confidence and authority. He'd dealt with hesitant chicks before and always succeeded by being supremely confident of his own abilities. Now that he had Fred's body in condition, he'd regained much of his old stamina and sexual control.
He could fuck with the best of them!
Bertha didn't say a word so Mike took the initiative. He went and sat beside her on the sofa. He took the cigarette from her fingers and stubbed it out in the ashtray, then placed the glass she clutched in her other hand on the coffee table. He said, "You won't be needing those for a while."
Then he began to unfasten the buttons on Bertha's transparent blouse. Mike had expected her to raise a fuss. She didn't. She helped him get her skirt off, then sensuously wiggled out of her panty hose. Clad only in her slip, Bertha asked, "Are you sure you want to go through with this, Fred?" Her voice trembled with passion.
Mike had the flash of insight, then. Here was a seductive and incredibly sexual creature who had been bottling all her passions up inside her. Why, he couldn't guess. But the cork was getting ready to pop.
Instead of answering, he went to her, placed his hands against the warm flesh of her legs and began to move upwards, taking the slip with him. First her fawn-colored thighs appeared. Then, as he slipped the silky material further, the flare of her hips and ass was revealed to his lusting gaze. Bertha's body trembled, but she said nothing.
Mike continued pushing the slip off her body. A flat, trim stomach was exposed, but his eyes were glued to the black-haired path that led to her cunt. It was more of an arrow than a triangle of pussy mound, but Mike would be the last to complain about the placement of a few hairs. He finished sliding the slip off the woman's body and revealed the twin peaks of her tawny jugs.
Those wondrous mounds swayed back and forth in front of her body, the brown tip tracing out invisible patterns in the air. Bertha took a deep breath and asked, "Well, do you like what you see?"
"I've loved you since I first laid eyes on you. You're gorgeous with clothing on indescribably sexy without anything at all!"
Mike didn't allow the fiery beauty to say a word. He crushed her mouth to his, then prodded his tongue between her red lips. Once inside Bertha's mouth, their tongues began to roll around, over and over, doing a complete set of acrobatics. Mike sampled the sweetness of the teacher's mouth and thought he'd never find a liquor as intoxicating.
He pulled her body against him until he felt those lovely tits begin to collapse under the pressure. When the nipples cresting both of her jugs hardened, Mike knew that he had overcome her resistance, and she was his.
Now was the time to fuck her!
Mike stripped off his own clothes in record time. Then he went back to the wanton woman's mouth. He sucked her lips into his mouth and gently ran his tongue back and forth across the sensitive insides. Then he abandoned her mouth in favor of licking along her delicately boned jawline back to her perfectly formed ear.
While his mouth was making the trip back to Bertha's shell-like ear, his hands were fondling those monumental cones of titflesh. The buttons on top had hardened and were ripe for plucking. Mike twisted both nipples between thumb and forefinger until Bertha moaned in unbridled lust for him.
When his tongue found her ear, the woman began to hunch up and down under him. Mike wasn't going to be thrown off by an erotically driven female. He was going to take his sweet time, get this gal as high on his sexual foreplay as he could, then he'd fuck her.
And not before Mike rammed his cock-hard tongue into the well of Bertha's ear. She quivered and began to mutter incoherent phrases. As he raced around the rim of her ear, she began to quiver under his weight. Mike gently gnawed on the small earlobe and thought Bertha was going to come then and there.
He'd found a really erogenous zone in her tiny ear!
"Fuck me, Fred, fuck me! It's been so long since a man's put his hard, hard prick into my pussy! Ohhhhh, chinga!" she cried out.
Mike had to admit that his own fantasies had caught up with him. He felt his dick stiffen with incredible speed. His length throbbed and hurt so much that he was sure he'd blow his wad any instant. He'd built Bertha up into some kind of a goddess.
And when he found out that she'd been virtually celibate for some time, that he was the first one to fuck her in ages, that excited him more than anything else he'd done so far.
Mike slipped between the parted legs of the woman. She'd spread her legs as wide as humanly possible for his easy entry into her black fleece-rimmed cunt. It was obvious she passionately needed him inside her. He had to fuck her hard and long and fast to satisfy her too-long-denied sexual needs.
The man's dong slipped up and down Bertha's sex slash and became wet with love juice. When Mike found the labia guarding the interior of the woman's cunt, he never hesitated. He rammed forward with as much force as his hips could deliver.
Bertha shrieked as Mike penetrated her. He raced along her gushing cunt until he slammed full-force into her. His full seven inches of pleasure was buried up her twat.
"Yessss," she hissed, her lips thick with longing. "Fuck me, fuck mmmeee I"
Mike took her words to heart and began to move his hips in the age-old motion of a man fucking a woman. She rubbed her legs along his sides as he stroked back and forth into her cunt, building up the fires of passion in her body. Mike knew that he could come any time. His prick felt as if it were dipping into a well of acid. Her intense heat seared his-cock. A his throbbingly alive organ thrust into Bertha's quim, she clutched fiercely at him trying to hold his length inside her body.
And Bertha was being driven wild with lust. She'd gone too long without a real man to fuck her. She and her roommate had been engaged in lesbian lovemaking too long. Bertha could dig that, but she needed a man's cock in her cunt to make her come alive, really and truly alive.
She began to feel a vibrancy pour into her body. Whenever Mike's prick scored along her tight-walled cunt, surges of electricity jolted into her brain. Tingles ran up and down her spine as the man corkscrewed his way in and out of her manhole. Bertha wasn't sorry she and Jackie had been lovers; she only regretted not having a man on the side as well.
How the chicana loved the feel of that powerful piston of dong smashing into her tender body, filling her with all the delights and pleasures she could endure!
As Mike ground down into her pubic mound with his groin, their coarse hairs stimulated each other. Mike's brown curly mat really touched off Bertha's orgasm when he ground into her clit. That sensitive little organ had poked its meek head up out of the sheath of protective flesh to see what was happening.
When it realized a full-scale fucking was in progress, it shouted with joy!
Bertha climaxed, loudly crying out her intense pleasure and passions for all to hear.
Mike was so busy fucking into her hot, seething cauldron of carnality, he had no time to listen. His ears were filled with the sound of his own blood pounding wildly, as wildly as he fucked Bertha. As the friction grew, his prick became hotter and hotter. The juices squirting out of her joy hole dribbled down his balls and tickled. The clutching fierceness of the woman's vagina finally convinced Mike. Mike came, his orgasm seizing him in a grip of velvet and iron.
Together, they rocked on the sofa, moaning and crying out their mutual passions. Bertha hunched up to meet each of Mike's thrusts into her body, and Mike fucked as furiously as possible, even after his load of jism had been shot into the wanton teacher's eager, hungry, esurient cunt.
The muscular rictus that had seized both of them relaxed, and Mike ceased his frantic motions. Bertha slowly collapsed, crushed under Mike's body. Their bodies were coated with a thin sheen of sweat from their frenetic lovemaking, but neither cared.
Both were content with what had occurred. And it was obvious that a rematch was in the making. A silent communication passed from Bertha's jet black eyes to Mike's softer brown ones saying "Fuck me again, FUCK ME!"
As Mike was repositioning himself on his teacher's body, a cold voice said, "Dammit, now if this doesn't beat all!"
CHAPTER TEN
"If this doesn't take first prize, tell me what will!" the dark-haired woman who had entered the apartment said.
Mike looked up, not the least bit ashamed of being caught in the act of fucking his teacher. He figured that this chick must be Bertha's roommate.
"Hi. You seemed to have caught us during a moment of, shall we say, indiscretion?"
Bertha laughed. "Fred, you astound me. You've got more poise than most men twice as old." Little did she know that her "Fred" was twice as old!
"That's my roommate, Jackie. Jackie, this is a student of mine."
The dark -haired woman came over and surveyed the scene, shaking her head. "I'm Jacquelyn Hyde."
"Fred Montague." Mike reached up to shake hands. When the woman backed away, he began to put things together in his head. The only reason a sexy and desirable woman like Bertha wouldn't have had any man she wanted had to be a lez affair with this chick. Mike eyed Jackie and decided she was a hot one. But he wondered if she excluded men from her sexual diet, too.
"You must be a student. I see a notebook under your arm, and you're clutching it like your life depended on it."
The woman muttered, "I'm working on my PhD in psychology."
Other things began to fall in place for Mike. He asked, "How's your dissertation on lesbianism coming?"
Both Betha and Jackie started at that. Jackie snapped, "How did you know?"
"A stab in the dark, that's all. You've been putting Bertha under a great strain, you know. Her friendship must be something to go along with your research project. I suppose I've fucked up your plans now."
Bertha smiled and stroked his cock. "You've fucked it in more ways than one, but I'm glad!" she declared with sudden conviction. "Jackie, I was going bananas without a man. Making it with you just isn't the same!"
"And making it with this kid is better?"
Bertha seemed to hesitate. She looked at Mike and finally said, "Yeah. He sure as hell doesn't screw like he's seventeen. He's a damn sight better than even Ten Inch Tom."
Jackie snorted, her nostrils flaring slightly. "I bet. Tom's the best lay I ever found, and you said so, too I"
Mike was finding this by-play interesting. Jackie was playing a full lesbian role just for the sake of her research. It was apparent she was capable of enjoying a man as much as Bertha. And Jackie wasn't bad looking at all. Cute rather than pretty.
Mike decided he'd take both of them on at the same time.
"Since your research project is more or less shot, why not join us in a little three way? You know, all of us at once."
Bertha seemed to be excited at the prospect, Jackie merely curious. Jackie asked, "How?"
Mike shrugged. "However you'd like it. You could fuck yourself on my cock while I'm eating out Bertha. How's that sound?"
"Not like any seventeen year old I've ever come across, that's for damn sure!"
"I'm precocious. An I'm getting hard again. If you don't get those clothes off and get your sweet ass over here, Bertha's going to be the lucky recipient of another fucking."
Jackie could see from the look on Bertha's face that the boast was something to be considered seriously. The roommate didn't hesitate any longer. She stripped off her embroidered work shirt and jeans and was beside Mike in a flash.
"Get on your back, stud. I want to see if Bertha's just putting me on or not."
"Climb aboard, Jackie, the train's pulling out of the station!" Mike lay back on the soft rug while Jackie straddled his body. She took his stiffening cock in her hands and guided it to her sluggishly flowing twat. She was getting turned on slowly, but she still had to be convinced.
Mike'd do that in short order.
He felt his prick shoot into Jackie's dank cavern, then seem to get hung up for a moment. Mike wiggled his hips and hunched up. With a sudden surge, his prick raced up the woman's pussy, all the way up. Jackie gasped as Mike's organ filled her to overflowing.
Jackie wasn't as tight in the cunt as Bertha, not as hot-yet. But Mike vowed to make her beg and plead and scream for more cock in a few minutes. It'd take some time to get her out of the mood she was in. And when he did, she'd be putty in his hands. She'd do whatever he wanted as long as he gave her his long, hard and throbbingly alive cock up her quim.
"Wow, that ... that feels good!" Jackie said with conviction.
"Better than a dildo?" Mike taunted.'
"Damn sight nicer. This is warm and your cock is jerking around inside me!"
"With lust, beautiful, with undiluted lust for your lovely body!"
The compliment did not go unnoticed. Mike felt the flow of cunt juice increase drastically and gush out onto his groin. Jackie was getting ready for him. The feel of her vaginal walls around his length was subtly changing, too. , The elastic membrane was constricting around his prick and growing warmer. With the added flow of love juices out of Jackie's love tunnel, Mike was sure he was reaching the woman's buried sexual desires. When he reached up and began to fondle her tits, he knew that he'd done the right thing. With a force that made him gasp, her cuntal muscles clamped down on his jerking cock.
Mike began to knead and fondle Jackie's tits. They weren't big, mouth-watering jugs like Bertha's, but they were nice. Mike took the nipples between his fingers and rotated them in opposite directions. The woman closed her eyes and leaned forward to enjoy the full attentions to her boobs.
When she did, she bent Mike's cock slightly. The underside of his sensitive organ rubbed against the walls of her pussy so that he felt a jab of sudden pleasure knife into his body. As he continued to manipulate the woman's breasts and the resilient nipples perched on top of them, she kept up the motion with her hips that was calculated to drive Mike wild with desire for her.
His mighty prick was being bent from side to side-inside the woman's cunt! How she had learned a trick like that, Mike didn't know, but it was a new one in his experience. He couldn't go anywhere with Jackie straddling his waist, not that he wanted to leave!
Mike was really enjoying the feel of having his cock bent at angles that were new and completely unusual. He briefly thought of the time he had fucked a yoga instructor. That had been a revelation of how the muscles in the human body could be controlled. He wondered if Jackie might not be into yoga the way her inner muscles worked his cock over so thoroughly.
He wasn't ever going to say anything about those funny Eastern religions again!
Bertha broke his reverie of enjoyment of Jackie's body surrounding his delving cock and the feel of her pliant tits and nipples under his hands. "Am I going to be left out of this?" she complained.
"Hell, no, Bertha, come sit on my face, my lovely little girl!" Mike was already licking his lips in anticipation of this gourmet treat. He loved eating pussy. And his math teacher's was exceptionally juicy. Mike knew from the way it had squished when he'd fucked her.
The prone man looked up and saw Bertha place her feet on either side of his head. As she crouched down, he watched her pussy lips open in silent invitation to him. The pinkly scalloped labia spread slightly to expose the shadowy depths of the fiery woman's cunt Raven hair ringed her sex lips and made her cunt look even more inviting to the high school student.
Mike vowed that this was where student showed teacher a few things!
When the succulent pussy lips pressed against his oral ones, Mike immediately began to suck and lick. Bertha's body shook with emotion as the feathery light touches of the man's tongue sent earthquakes of unadulterated sensation into her love-starved body. How badly she needed this sort of loving to stay sane!
She'd allowed Jackie to convince her that the project was more important for too long. To hell with Jackie's PhD dissertation! Bertha was going to resume her normal, uninhibited sex life!
Mike was certainly pushing her in that direction, His tongue leaped out to delve deeply into the flowing well of her cunt. Mike licked up all the cunt juice he could find, then savored the tangy, slightly salty secretion. His taste buds loved it, couldn't get enough.
The prone man ran his oral member up and down the edges of Bertha's pussy lips. He felt them fill with blood and become rigid under his gentle stroking. Then they started to quiver and beat with the same rhythm as the woman's excited heart. As Mike searched up and down the folds of Bertha's labia, another series of sensations began to assault his body.
He felt Jackie slowly rising from his spire of hardened cock. She lifted herself until she kept only the purpled head of Mike's cock inside her cunt, then simply relaxed her leg muscles. Gravity pulled her body firmly back into Mike's groin with a liquid, squishing plop!
Mike groaned in reaction. Jackie's cunt totally surrounded his man-stalk again. For a brief moment, his prick had been cold and neglected. Then, with the sudden plunge, Jackie had taken his entire length back up her now seething, churning twat. The rapid motion made Mike feel as if the cute, dark-haired woman had sucked his prick into her body with one long, lewd motion.
The second time Jackie rose to plunge back down to Mike's body, she twisted her hips as she fell. That added a new dimension to the rise and fall fucking. Mike's cock expanded with renewed lust and felt as if it would pop at the seams any second. He exerted his iron control and finally convinced his prick to enjoy the sensations surging around it to the fullest before ejaculating his fiery seed into the humid cunt.
Mike managed to continue his digital stimulation of Jackie's jugs as she went up and down on his pole. She was so glad the chance had come along to give up the lez stuff for her dumb paper. The thesis idea was worthwhile; she was sure of it. But to actually use herself as a guinea pig and force Bertha into the scheme, too, was silly.
She loved the feel of Mike's prick inside her. When Jackie rose and twisted her hips sideways before plummeting down to impale herself on his cock, she managed to reactivate nerve endings that hadn't been used in months. There were some things dildoes and vibrators just couldn't do.
Replace a real live, warm, shivering, jerking, lustful dick was one of them!
If she had been fucking herself on a red-hot iron spike, the sensation in her belly couldn't have been much different. With the added bonus of Mike's hands tweaking and kneading her jugs like they were mounds of dough, her entire body was filled with erotic waves of ecstasy.
She'd been missing all this for a crummy school project.
"Ke ... keep doing that, Fred!" Jackie cried, pressing the man's hands even more firmly into her breasts. The combination of ice and fire that filled her chest made her shiver and quake with ill-suppressed desires for the youth under her body.
Jackie began to fuck herself on his rigid, steely prick even faster. She needed him inside her, filling her to overflowing with his massive hunk of manmeat. The shaking rod of lust in her cunt made her a woman again. It wasn't some lousy piece of plastic with batteries in the base. This was a flesh and blood, living, breathing-fucking!-man!
Mike was enjoying the sensation of having a woman fuck herself on his massive pillar that jutted upright from his loins. The warmth of screwing began to fill him like water fills a glass, but the man held on to his control. He could feel his pulse speeding up as his passions mounted.
To have one chick wildly fucking herself on his dong and to have another squatting on his face begging to be eaten! This was the life! This was what it took to be a real stud!
Mike decided that Bertha was being neglected. He had licked his lips once when Jackie had plunged her body around his prick. Now it was time to lick Bertha's pussy lips some more-and explore a bit further into her body!
Mike quickly, fleetingly ran his tongue along the edges of his teacher's pinkly scalloped lips. Then he carefully parted the sex lips with his tongue and drove hard and fast up into her cunt. The flood of juices almost drowned him. Mike sucked and licked as fast and furiously as he could to get as much of the tasty flood as he could.
He knew he'd gotten to Bertha because she moaned, thrust her hips down even harder onto his face and moaned out, "That's it, Fred, that's it! Tongue fuck my little pussy!"
The prone man did his best to comply with his teacher's wishes. After all, his parents had always told him to try and please his teacher!
Mike's tongue raced up the tiny hole of Bertha's cunt. He tasted the salty, slightly tangy, thick love juices. He swirled his oral digit around and around inside her twat feeling the gently rippling membrane in the vaginal walls. It seemed softly and fleecy to him, almost downy soft. Yet underneath the delicate covering he felt the flow and surge of powerful muscles.
Those were the muscles that Bertha had used to clamp down on his cock when he had fucked her before Jackie had come on the scene. Mike's agile oral member strained to penetrate as far up into Bertha as possible. The fiery chicana lovely had begun to rock back and forth as she felt his tongue stirring her loins to a passion they had not known for too long a time.
When his math teacher began to sway to and fro, Mike pulled his tongue out of her quim to lick along her sex lips again. The labia were t thoroughly aroused, but he wanted to make sure she knew he was still at the job. Mike found the sensitive perineum and drew his wet, rough tongue along it as the gorgeous woman rolled backwards.
She moaned out something Mike couldn't understand. Then she screamed as orgasm possessed her body when he managed to shove his tongue into her asshole. Bertha had leaned far enough back to expose her tiniest of passageways to the man's questing tongue.
Mike wasn't able to linger long inside the tiny anus because of Bertha's orgasm. Her tawny-skinned legs clamped firmly down on his ears, and she crammed her twat even further into his face. As she screamed out in joy, Mike was treated to a fresh torrential outpouring of cunt juice. It tickled his chin and neck, and it dribbled down, slow as molasses.
But the taste was indescribably great! Mike loved the aroma of an aroused woman. Mike loved the feeling of a woman's body being wracked by an orgasm he had created. But most of all, he liked the taste of her salty, tangy cunt juice. If he could bottle that elixir of woman-that pure essence of femininity-he could make a fortune overnight.
And then again, he might be greedy and keep it all for himself!
Mike's tongue rapidly slid liquidly forward to find Bertha's erectile clitoris. When he found the tiny nubbin of her pleasure center, he started to suck and lick at the little spire of hidden delights. He unleashed the ravages of another orgasm in the woman's body with his simple actions.
Mike continued to suck and tongue the little joy-button. He knew that he held Bertha completely in his power as long as her clit was near his mouth. She was enthralled by the feelings he could generate in her body by simple licking and sucking. When Mike lightly closed his teeth on her clit, Bertha climaxed again.
This time, she couldn't remain crouching over the prone man's face. Her orgasm tossed her body around as if she were a rag doll. Bertha totally abandoned herself to the ecstasy flaming throughout her body. Her cunt seemed to be filled with crawling fire ants. Her tits felt like they had expanded like balloons and would burst at any instant. Her breathing was heavy and her chest was filled with liquid fire. Molten metal pools gathered in her belly. She was completely possessed by her orgasm and fell away from Mike to lie gasping on the rug.
From the first time since the triple lovemaking had begun, Mike could both see and breath again. The traces of Bertha's love juices lingered on his lips. He quickly made circuit after circuit of his lips with his tongue to make sure he didn't miss a single scrumptious drop of the tasty, stimulating cunt juice.
Then he looked up to the passion-contorted features of Jackie. Her face could have been a mask rather than her cute, pixie-ish features. She was avidly fucking herself on Mike's cock with a de termination and force that surprised the man. Jackie had let herself become totally engrossed in her research project and was now letting loose all the demons of lust that had built up in her lovely body.
Jackie rose, then fell full force onto Mike's balls. The bruising force didn't bother Mike at all. The flaming arrows shooting into his body, stirring his own aroused emotions even further, making him sure that he'd come at any instant, were all that mattered. His own breathing was rapid, tortured.
He prodded and squeezed and pinched at Jackie's boobs to guide her in a rhythm of fucking that was more to his liking. The woman was too far gone to respond. He only added fuel to the forest fire of lust raging through her being.
Jackie came.
When her cunt convulsed and compressed Mike's buried length, he could no longer prevent his own climax. It was as if the passionate woman had milked him of his come. His jism rocketed upward into her greedy, avaricious cunt. Even though he had just creamed in Bertha's cunt less than a half hour before, Mike found himself jetting out a prodigious amount of come. His sperm and semen filled Jackie's twat quickly.
She continued fucking herself until Mike's prong began to deflate. She finally stopped, exhausted. The raven-tressed woman looked at Mike and muttered, "Bertha was right! You're simply fantastic! Not even Ten Inch Tom could have given me a screwing like that!"
"You're something yourself, Jackie. You brought me off real quick. And even quicker considering I'd just balled Bertha when you came in and found us!"
"Wow!" Jackie looked down between her spread legs and watched the stream of male seed and cunt juice run down her inner thighs and fall to Mike's groin. When the mixture landed on his matted pubic hair, Mike felt like laughing. The liquid, soft feeling tickled his coarse hairs, even itched a little bit.
Jackie reached up and pried Mike's hands loose from her boobs.
"You can quit fondling them now, you know."
"Why? Those are really neat jugs you have. And I like the feel of titflesh under my hands. As soon as I'm ready to go again...."
"AGAIN? Goddamn, but you're one hell of a big egotist! You've just fucked two women, eaten out one and all within the space of a half an hour, and you're already talking about fucking us again? Damn!"
"You think I'm bragging? I'm just stating the facts, ma'm!" Mike said in his most haughty tone, kidding the lovely woman along.
"Damn right!" snapped Jackie.
"Wait a second, Jackie, just wait a second. I didn't think any seventeen-year-old kid could turn me on like Fred did. And he did a pretty good job of fucking you, didn't he? Do you think he's bluffing or not?"
Bertha was seated On the sofa, her tawny legs crossed, the drink in her hand. The gorgeous fawn-colored jugs bounced in front of her body as she spoke, gesturing with her free hand.
"Well...." Jackie was now unsure of herself. It did seem to be a real phenomenon that a high school kid could do the things Mike had. It was closer to a miracle.
Mike supplied the inane answer, "I got an A in sex education. That's why I'm so good-and know it!"
"Okay, wise ass. You have yourself a bet. Let's just see how much endurance you do have. There's two of us. I'll bet you that we can wear you out."
Jackie learned never to bet again.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Several weeks went by and Mike sampled from the cream of the crop at Lee Wyatt Memorial High School. Ariel had drifted away from him when he started seeing more and more of Bertha and her psychologist roommate, Jackie. Somehow, the idea of a student making it with a teacher put Mike on the "off limits" list with the black girl.
If the one girl had dropped him, there were any number of others who were more than happy to fill the gap. Mike started seeing more of one girl in his English class. Kristine had no truly outstanding features, but she was a complete package where everything fit just right.
She was five foot ten and sensitive about her height until Mike managed to convince her that tall chicks turned him on. Brunette with emerald green eyes that seemed startlingly bright and alive, a trim hundred and twenty pounds and well proportioned summed up Mike's new girlfriend.
Mike enjoyed watching Kristine walk, move and even simply sit. Her tits weren't overly large, nor was her ass the turn-on that Michelle's was. But Kristine had an enthusiasm and an eagerness that was lacking in some of the teenagers Mike had met at the school. Also, she had a sharpness that put prettier girls to shame. Mike wasn't able to put his finger on the exact difference. In a way, it was what attracted him to Judy.
Judy wasn't beautiful, but she was sexy. Kristine had the freshness of youth, good looks and had the same innate sexiness. She moved with grace and elegance and, once her shyness had been overcome, was a good bed partner.
Judy had seen the changes in Mike as he tried various high school girls. He didn't flaunt the fact that he was sleeping with any number of them, nor did he try to hide it. It was simply a fact that he was getting off fucking the young ass that abounded at the school.
Judy finally told him one morning before he left for school, "Mike, I've put up with an incredible amount of stuff these past couple months. The accident, Fred dying, you ending up in his body. And, to tell you the truth, I'm just not able to handle it any longer."
Mike looked up from his breakfast. "What do you mean? I thought everything was going well and that you'd gotten used to me like this." He motioned to his face and body.
"I'm sorry, I haven't gotten used to you. Sometimes you are my husband, other times my son. I'm going batty trying to keep which is which straight. Hell, you screwed me last night and this morning, if you're late for school, I'd have to write you an excuse. I just can't go on living like that, with this odd combination."
Judy's face was strained and pale. Mike sighed and leaned back in his chair to consider the ramifications of what his wife was saying. He knew that she wasn't complaining about his screwing around. That kind of thing didn't bother her very much. She had to be really messed over on the dichotomy of husband-son to even mention it.
Mike was at a loss to figure out what to do.
"What would you suggest, Judy?"
Judy shook her head. "I honestly don't know. I've thought and thought about the entire mess and can't seem to keep anything straight in my head."
Mike began to get the glimmering of an idea. He started speaking very slowly, "What about a deal like this? You're having problems with me being so young, right? Why don't you and, say, Steve get together and have a bit of fun?" Mike had named a good friend of theirs who'd always had the hots for Judy. Mike wasn't sure, but he suspected that Steve had figured out what had happened after the accident. At any rate, he would accept the facts with little argument.
"What good would that do? You're still in Fred's body, and I'm still hung up over it."
"Look, we can get a nice four-way arrangement set up. That way it'll be more open and you don't have to cope directly with whether or not I'm your husband. We can swap around and soon the distinctions are erased. In your mind, at any rate."
Judy looked dubious about the idea. She put her chin on her cupped palm and stared at Mike for a while. Finally, she said, "Okay. I guess we can try it that way and see what happens. Steve's not really such a bad guy, and you can bring home one of those high schoolers you're fooling around with. Want to try it out tonight and see what happens? After all, I can't divorce you since you're legally dead. Besides, I still love you!"
"Sure is a mess, isn't it?" Mike agreed. "Well, I'll see what can be done. I suspect that Kristine would be interested in a little orgy tonight. That gal is really something terrific, believe me."
Mike and Judy talked for a while longer, but nothing seemed to come up that was a better idea. Mike wasn't sure if an orgy atmosphere was what Judy needed to adjust. He thought that if she had an older man like Steve to act as a balance wheel, she might be better off. It was amazing how appearances could throw people off the beam sometimes. Even though Mike was thirty-eight, Judy couldn't think of him as any older than seventeen.
The man didn't want to give up the relationship he had with his wife. She furnished him with definite emotional satisfactions that he had never found with anyone else. Yet, if she was unhappy, that would only make him unhappy in the long run.
Mike found Kristine at lunch and decided to put it to the attractive girl about attending the orgy.
"Hi, Kris, how's everything?" "Great, Fred, just great. But it sounds like you've got some heavy stuff on your brain. Want to let some of it out?" Kristine's green eyes seemed to cut right to the core of Mike's soul.
"Suppose I should come right out and say it, so I will. How would you like to come to a party tonight? A small, uh, very intimate one?"
Kristine's eyes sparkled. "How small? How intimate?"
"Four of us, and I think you know what I mean about the 'very' part of the invitation. I'm inviting you to a four-way orgy."
The girl furrowed her brows as if deep in thought, then said, "Sure, but that's not like you. The invitation, I mean. There's more to it. Spill the whole story, buster, or forget it."
Mike found himself explaining the brain transplant and the problems he and Judy were having. Kristine started to laugh, then saw that Mike was serious. She watched him intently until he was through with the explanation. The man knew he was taking a big gamble telling her all about his secret, but he somehow felt he could trust Kristine. Far more than any of the others at the school.
"I believe you're serious! It sure as hell explains a lot about how you changed after the wreck. You think this type of group sex will loosen your wife up?"
Mike knew by the way Kristine spoke that she believed him implicitly. He hadn't misjudged her intelligence at all.
He shrugged as he said, "I can only try. Will you come over tonight?"
Mike didn't know if he was thrilled later on that night or not. He was beginning to have second thoughts about the whole deal. Steve and Judy were quietly discussing the changes Mike had gone through, the problems she was having adjusting to those changes. Mike felt like pacing the floor as he waited for Kristine to come.
When the doorbell rang, he jumped a foot into the air. He hadn't realized how nervous he really was until that moment. Kristine had been on his mind, this whole deal had been preying on him until he was almost a wreck. Mike couldn't remember ever having been this uptight before.
When he saw Kristine standing in the doorway, all of his nervousness faded away and was quickly forgotten. She was a vision of loveliness that made him hard just looking at her.
Kristine had dressed simply for the occasion, obviously clothed in such a manner that she could get out of her useless garments at a moment's notice. She had on a simple patterned peasant blouse unbuttoned so that her jugs bulged out like succulent, creamy melons. The nipples on each of her tits pressed firmly into the cloth and Mike thought he could see down her cleavage all the way to her belly button. But the way she had her tits lightly held by the fabric, yet not so much as to appear blatant, appealed to Mike. Kristine had a subtle beauty about her, a sense of Tightness that told her whether or not she was dressed in the most seductive manner possible.
Her young hips flared out and blue jeans clung to her ass. Trim legs were sheathed in the blue denim material. The girl's petite feet were inside simple sandals.
Mike couldn't help but gawk at her. This chick knew how to turn him on just by standing there.
Mike finally found his tongue and said, "Come on in, Kris. You're the very picture of loveliness tonight!"
"Flatterer! But don't stop! I love hearing things like that even if they aren't true."
"I'd be lying if I said anything else about you except that you're gorgeous." And she was. A radiance seemed to exude from her like brightness. She was vivacious and completely alive, just the thing that Judy needed to see in order to bolster her spirits.
Mike made the introductions around and, from the way Steve and Kris eyed each other, he could tell that they'd hit it off right from the start. That eased Mike's mind a little and seeing how Judy was reacting eased his woes even further. She seemed to be anticipating this evening with some relish.
Mike decided that the time had come to quit looking and start doing. He was pleasantly surprised when he found that Kristine had the same idea. The man's eyes drank in the young girl's beauty as she slipped out of the blouse-slipped out totally as opposed to the halfway out which was normal.
Kris' tits were tanned, something that Mike really dug. He'd asked the teenager about it, and she said that she enjoyed sunbathing in the nude. Her tan was beginning to fade as autumn crept across the land, but it was still bronze enough to highlight her features.
Kristine dropped her patterned blouse to the floor and said in an incredibly naive tone, "Am I the only one interested in fucking?"
Mike had to laugh at Steve's haste to get naked. Judy wasn't far behind but Mike beat both of them. He wanted a chance at Kris before Steve got there first. The sandy-haired man who had become Judy's lover was a well-hung stud, about forty years old and virile as hell.
Kristine stood naked, legs parted slightly. Mike could look down at her from his superior two inches of height, but for all practical purposes, they were evenly matched. He pressed his lips against her as he pulled her body firmly to his.
Kristine returned the kiss with all the passion and desire of a young, aroused woman. Mike quickly felt her nipples turning to hard little pebbles and jabbing into his chest. Kris' hands roved up and down his back, feeling, seeking something.
She broke off the kiss and asked, "How come you don't have very much hair on your chest or back? I really get off on hairy men."
Mike was puzzled for a second, then told her solemnly, "It takes a man to have a hairy chest. It takes a real man to be able to keep it worn off like I do!"
To show her how he kept that hair rubbed off, he pressed the girl down to the floor. He found Steve and Judy already there, Steve's cock liquidly sliding in and out of the woman's flowing pussy.
Mike decided that this should really be a group effort, not two couples doing whatever came naturally. He spoke up, "Judy, how about a little snatch?"
Mike moved Kristine over so that the girl squatted over his wife's face. When a look of sheer joy crossed Kris' features, Mike knew that Judy's tongue had found the teenager's cunt and entered it on a journey to find lots of cunt juice.
Mike stood tall and erect. Kristine reached out and pulled his cock to her face. For a moment, she hesitated, looking at the massive pole of meat in her hand. Then, as if she decided it needed sampling, she shoved it into her mouth and began to suck. Mike caught his breath when Kristine really began to suck hard.
"Keep it up, baby, keep it up!" he moaned.
For a brief moment, Kris pushed his prick out of her mouth using her tongue. She promptly told Mike, "I can keep it up as long as you do the same!" The girl gave a gentle pinch to his balls and went back to giving him head.
The odd chain of love makers stretched across the length of the room. Steve was having fun plugging in and out of Judy's tight little cunt. She was about the best lay he had found in years. He'd only been fucking her for a few minutes and already he felt like he could spurt out all his jism. His cock was strained, felt like it was a string pulled tight and ready to break. The sexual tension the lovely woman generated in his balls was incredible.
Steve thought he could fuck the best of them and keep his cool. With Judy, he found his match.
His piston of pleasure bucked back and forth along her slippery tunnel of love until the friction built. The warmth edged back along his dick and into his balls. His entire belly began to heat, and soon he was gasping for air. Steve's heart raced with excitement as he looked down at the prone woman he was so avidly fucking.
Judy's face was hidden from sight by Kris' cunt. All the sandy -haired man could see was a pair of lovely asscheeks spread wide and placed over Judy's mouth. But the prone woman's tits heaved up and down, wobbled from side to side as passion built in her body from the sensation created by his mighty dong.
Judy was assailed sexually from two different directions. The feel of Steve's dick fucking her cunt warmed her as it always did. She thought she could feel every contour of the man's thrusting organ. The big blue vein on top seemed to move along the upper side of her vagina. The broad head pushed its way through her cunt, pulled back juices from deep in her belly as it retreated. The jerking, throbbing action of his prick stimulated her as much as anything else he did.
Judy could feel Steve's cock bounce and twitch with his lust for her. His fucking became faster as both of their passions mounted to the point or orgasm.
But Judy had her mouth full of succulent cunt. This was unusual for her; it had been quite a few years since she'd made love to another woman. And mouth love was something she cherished with fondness from those days. The taste of Kris' inner oils wiped away Judy's inhibitions about sucking on another woman's pussy. The taste was simply too delectable to pass up!
It was apparent why Mike liked to eat her out so often!
The slightly salty, tangy cunt juice dribbled down Judy's tongue and into her throat. Stray rivulets managed to escape her questing oral member and run down her chin. Judy's taste buds and nerve endings were alive with the dainty feel of Kristine's pussy lips on her tongue.
Judy enjoyed the other girl's cunt as much as Kris loved having another woman run her tongue over those delicate labia. Kris knew that Judy must be approaching an orgasm by the frantic way she was licking back and forth along her sex lips, they way she convulsively sucked in the love juices and the manner in which she tried to bury her nose in the girl's pussy mound.
All pushed Kris' passions higher, those wondrous things being done to her snatch as well as the hunk of manmeat in her mouth.
Kris enjoyed the taste of cock immensely. And she was expert at giving head. She wasn't certain, hut she thought she might enjoy oral sex more than conventional cock-into-cunt fucking. She could use more of her senses this way.
The wrinkled underside of Mike's cock rushed into her mouth and across her tongue. The taste of Mike's dick was sheer heaven for Kris. She kept her lips pursed into an "O" form to maintain as good a vacuum as possible around the piston of manmeat being shoved into her face.
The taste and the feel of Mike's quivering, jerking cock got to her. Bui the sight of his cock and balls turned her on, too. She could watch the massive length slowly glide into her mouth as she sucked it in. She could see the tangled mat of Mike's pubic hair. She could watch the slow contraction of his scrotum as his passions grew. Kris could literally smell, feel, see and taste all of the lust being built up inside Mike's straining body.
When Kris' tongue laved his cock, Mike had to exert his iron will to keep from shooting his wad. Her tongue gave his cock feathery touches that drove him wild. His mind became fogged with passion, so much so that he forgot about everything except this lovely creature's mouth surrounding his prick.
Mike felt the wetness of Kristine's saliva, the swirling tornado of her tongue spinning around his sensitive cock. When her teeth lightly rubbed against the shaft of his dick, Mike knew that he couldn't hold his climax back any longer. He'd gotten more turned on to the multiple sex scene than he'd thought possible.
Mike reached down and put his fingers into Kris' hair. With his fingers circling her head, he began to pull her face into his crotch with the rhythm he desired. He pushed and pulled faster and faster until the teenager's mouth literally flew up and down his cock.
She took him full length, then pushed his prick out of her mouth with that dexterous, teasing tongue of hers. Mike's groin was alive with sexual need and Kris managed to blow the coals into a full blaze of carnal eruptions.
Kris swallowed the first massive spurt of Mike's come, then took the second and third with deep gulps. She gasped for air, then began to suck as hard as she could. She wanted more of his pearly jism. The pretty teenager loved to have her face fucked, and this was just one of the rewards!
Come tasted so damned good!
At last, Mike was too limp to continue. Kris licked her lips, then gazed at Mike and smiled. "You taste good, Mike. Real gooooood! Oooooohhhh!"
Mike knew that Judy had finally managed to tongue off Kristine. Judy managed to ram her tongue, cock hard, far up the teenager's twat. The woman's tongue rotated around the tiny little hot hole and licked up all the droplets of cunt juice that had leaked out. When Judy finally set off the orgasm in Kris's body, the torrents of lubricants gushing out almost drowned her.
But she didn't mind at all! The taste stimulated her, that and the expert fucking going on between her legs. As Kris fell forward and away from her face, Judy saw the strained look on Steve's features. He was holding back his orgasm as long as he could in order to bring off Judy.
She was pleased with the man. She appreciated his thoughtfulness. As the man's sexual dam burst and gallons of his fiery seed blasted into Judy's body, she came. The hot jism was just the trigger she needed to release the flood of passion that she had been building in her own body. The good tasting cunt juice and the dripping twat that had been shoved down on her lips heightened the sensation of orgasm.
Judy licked her lips, tasted Kris anew. She felt the rigid ramrod of Steve's dong surge into her belly, then pull back. Then he rammed forward again filling her with unbridled desires. Judy's orgasm clutched and clawed at her senses, ripped her brain apart with its sheer carnal magnitude and then gently dropped her back to the reality of the other three people in the room.
Steve was gasping for breath, supporting himself on his hands as his cock went flaccid and dribbled from her still grasping quim.
Kris and Mike were fondling each other, but not doing very much else.
Judy was content. This seemed to be working out for her better than she had imagined. Having the older Steve around seemed to lend an air of authority to the entire scheme. He was experienced and knew the score between her and Mike. She'd had to tell him. To be anything less than honest would have only made things worse. And Judy figured that Mike had told Kris, too.
The four of them knew Mike's secret. Could that bind them strongly enough together to make her and Mike's relationship endure? Was it enough to have others to lean on sexually and emotionally?
Judy wasn't certain, but at this moment, she thought that it might be.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Judy called out to Mike, "Hey, guy, what about you two getting over here? I've already worn out Steve!"
"The hell you have!" the sandy -haired man protested. "I'm just getting started. Have to rest a bit, though. Of course, if you want to force me on that lovely creature so avidly fondling Mike's balls...."
Neither Mike nor Kristine missed the reference to "Mike" rather than "Fred". That seemed to make the atmosphere a bit easier, more comfortable for all of them. Mike could be himself without having to worry about dropping the facade of being seventeen.
"Bitch, bitch, bitch, that's all you people seem to do!" Mike retorted.
"So make us happy and get over here!" Judy was hot now and seemed to be coming to grips with the duality between husband and son.
Mike could only oblige her request. He crawled over to her on hands and knees to kiss her fully on the lips. Judy instantly responded. When Mike felt Kris' wet mouth on his balls and penis again, his kiss became more passionate. Gloriously erotic sensations smashed into his body from his crotch as well as his mouth. The battering rams of lust collided somewhere in the middle of his stomach and really got him hot again.
Steve complained, "I'm not going to be left out of this!" He came over to Kris. She was lying on her back in order to lift her head between Mike's legs to suck his balls. Steve quickly slid his arms under Kris' legs and hoisted her pussy to his mouth. His tongue slithered out and into her still flowing gash.
The foursome was hooked together again, this time by their mouths. Mike's tongue shoved forward and down until he forced ingress into his wife's oral cavity. Their tongues began to perform oral acrobatics. The two pink slabs began to spiral around each other, caress and slip back and forth. Judy's breathing became tortured as her passions, never quite sated, began to rise again.
She hadn't realized how much it meant to her knowing Mike was the one fucking her. What was the difference if he was in Fred's body or not? Wasn't it her husband's brain behind that body? And wasn't she turned on by the things he did, not the way he looked? Judy was fighting her own battle and winning.
Judy Montague was coming around to the realization that Mike was Mike, no matter what earthly body he wore.
But she still needed the crutch of an older man to keep her on beam. Steve seemed to provide just that pillar she needed. And if they could get Kristine to join them on any sort of regular basis, that would be great!
Judy really got off on the tall brunette. In some fashion she didn't quite understand, Kris remind ed her of a younger self. It was as if Judy could look into the past and see herself in the lovely teenager.
When Mike and Kris were together, she could imagine that it was her with a younger Mike.
Mike's mouth aroused her, made her water even more in the crotch. Judy mumbled, "Fuck me, Mike. I want you to fuck me like you used to!"
Mike smiled. He could tell by her tone, the look on her lovely face, that Judy was resolving her problems. His scheme had worked. But how could he disengage from Kris tonguing his balls?
Mike called out, "Steve, take this vixen off my hands for a couple minutes, will you?"
"Off your hands, did you say? Hah!" was the other man's reply.
"What was that, Steve?" demanded Kris. "I'll show you!" She made a quick motion which placed her astraddle Steve's body. His cock had regained a bit of its strength and was beginning to rise up, like a phoenix from its ashes. Kris wasted no time in stuffing it into her cunt.
As Steve stiffened even more with his lust for the tall, sexy girl, his cock sprang firmly erect inside her pussy. Kris moaned when Steve regained his full length, then began to sensuously twist her hips. This made Steve moan in return.
The rotary action around his cock made him feel as if his balls would ,be ripped off his body, but in the most seductive way possible! He loved the feelings Kris launched in his loins as she began to fuck herself on his cock. He reached up and took firm grips on both of her pendulous boobs. The girl sighed as he began to rotate the jugs as she fucked faster and faster on his prick.
Kris' cunt juices began to oil their genitals to the point that their mutual actions caused a loud smucking noise that filled the air. Soon, both Kris and Steve were engaged in a full power, all out fucking.
Judy and Mike watched for a second, then Judy quietly said, "I think they're getting off on each other."
"Or will soon!" Mike added, as he started to fondle his wife's tits. They were smaller than Kris', but Judy was a smaller woman. Just as sexy, just as much a turn-on for him, but more petite.
"Oh, Mike, fuck me!" she repeated. "Like you used to!"
"Think you can stand being fucked by your own kid?" He had to see what her reaction would be.
It pleased him when she smiled. She was coming to the resolution of her hang-ups. "I don't care if you look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. You're my husband, and I want you to fuck me!" When she said that, Judy said it with such feeling and force that Mike knew that she had decided in his favor. He needn't worry about being in his son's body. She'd accept him as Mike, her husband, not Fred, her son.
Mike told her firmly, "If I'm going to fuck you-like I used to-then get up on your hands and knees! I want your ass, love of mine, I want to screw that lovely ass like I've never fucked it before!"
Judy quivered with excitement as she leaped to obey. Her perky rear end was stuck up in the air, right tinder Mike's nose. He couldn't miss that invitation if he tried.
He was up and prodding gently at Judy's asshole in an instant. His cock was still damp from Kris' saliva and didn't need any further lube job. When Mike touched the tiny anal sphincter, Judy's entire body began to shake as if she had some form of erotic palsy. He knew that she was anticipating his entry up her ass.
Mike had considered having her suck on his cock a bit first, but when he saw her great need for his prick in other bodily orifices, he didn't have the heart to deprive her.
Mike inexorably pushed forward until the tiny anus let him inside the tight passage. The man's prick throbbed with excitement as he felt the heat boiling out of Judy's interior. This was the way he liked it, hot and tight!
And it was the way Judy loved it, too. She delighted in the feel of Mike's huge cock filling her bowels. She was wracked with constant shuddery feelings as the seven inches of pleasure surged up her rectum.
As her husband began to fuck her rear end, Judy Montague knew that everything was as it should be. Her body was warmed by the buttfucking, she was content-and she had finally come to realize .that there was more to a person than just the body.
The brain was what counted. And Mike's brain, even in her son's body, was what mattered the most to her. He knew how to fuck her, make her the most happy woman in the world. He loved her and that was what counted. With the support of Steve and the lovely, svelte Kristine, Judy knew that she'd be okay.
She gasped as Mike began really fucking her ass, just as he had done in the old days before the accident. The feel of his cock was real, the sensations only he was capable of producing in her body were real. These were things that mattered.
Judy and Mike both gasped in unison as he buried his full seven inches all the way up her rectum.
All was as it should be in the Montague household.
