Chapter 5
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?"