Chapter 11
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.