Unblended Ch. 10

"Is he as cock-hungry as his parents are?" Mom asked.

"Oh yeah," Tessa replied with a giggle, "I'm pretty sure he could get off just on giving oral for the rest of his life. He loves pussy, too, obvs. And ass, apparently, though he hasn't eaten mine yet." Tessa gave me a little pout. I wanted to respond, but my voice was currently disabled due to sexytimes.

"Oh, Andrew. I taught you better than that. I'd better not hear you haven't rimmed this poor girl the next time I see her."

My brain was on fire as these two insanely hot women jerked me off, talking all about how hot I was, how caring and loving. I would have begged off of such effusive praise if I wasn't drowning in lust from their detailed descriptions of everything they wanted to do to me, or me to them for that matter. I started twitching in their hands before long, and they both recognized what was happening immediately.

"Tessa, would you mind? I don't want to make a big mess of the bed."

"Of course, Mrs. Wayne!" Tessa leaned over and wrapped her soft, pouty lips around my head just as the dam burst. Mom cooed in my ear as she stroked a big load of cum from me into Tessa's mouth, and Tessa's eyes rolled back as she accepted the creamy prize. I could see her throat working to swallow my cum, and that made me cum harder. I couldn't help but eventually stare at her face, how beautiful she was, perfectly framed by her black-and-green hair.

When I finally emptied out, Tessa removed her lips with a smack. I was a little dazed and a lot lovestruck, and she giggled as I reached over to kiss her. Mom took the opportunity to get up, grabbing her pajamas but declining to put them back on. As such, Tessa's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as she got an unobstructed view of Mom's dick. Right before Mom leaned over and kissed Tessa as well, though it wasn't more than a short peck on the lips.

"Thank you both, that was nice. I'll let you two get on with your Saturday." She sauntered out of the room, wiggling her butt at us as she did so. Tessa sat next to me on the bed as Mom left, and I slipped my shorts back on. Neither of us said anything for a few minutes, but she eventually broke the silence.

"Holy fuck."

"Yeah, that was something else."

"Your mom kissed me."

"A little peck, though, it's not like she slipped you any tongue."

"She licked your cum off my lips."

"...well, it is a pretty hot commodity."

I got a pillow to the face, which led to a rather vigorous round of pillow fighting before we collapsed back onto the bed in a heap. We ended up staring into each other's eyes for a while and just enjoying being goofy together, but we eventually had to get to work with server patching, or I'd be late for my shift at Gina's.

*****

"Remind me why we have such stringent change control for a private chat server," I asked as we got logged in on various devices.

"Originally, it was so I could get used to it for when I get a real job," Tessa said, "but it's good process and practice, and we have things to tie to a service agreement if I ever start charging you for the work. Which I should do, honestly."

"What about that 25% cut of site profits when I start camming?"

"I'd be doing more than IT for that site, unless you don't want to have steamy sex with me live on the internet."

"Of course, I do. I don't know if your parents would appreciate it, though."

"We'll talk to them about it, but let's build a site first before we record content, huh?"

I sent out a message that the server was going down for maintenance, waited the appropriate amount of time, and initiated the shutdown. Tess, meanwhile, assembled the package loader and the appropriate patches. We'd been pushing maintenance off for a while, so we had a lot of updates to get through, and I was very thankful for Tessa's admin skills. And thus, patch day proceeded.

In the downtime of installers running and the server rebooting, we discussed the mechanics and design of a possible adult site. Tessa mocked up a few ideas as we thought about what and how much content we'd be trying to make, going over hosting and streaming concerns as we went. I wasn't super worried about the hosting portion; building a beefy file server wouldn't be difficult or riotously expensive given Tessa's and now my incomes, and the updates we were applying to the chat server would let us secure all of the channels we currently had away from prying eyes, allowing us to run a second instance for future subscribers. The problems would likely be bandwidth and security, and Tessa gave me the stink-eye when I suggested setting up a little server rack in my closet.

"Let's assume the site takes off," Tessa started explaining, "which it absolutely will once word of your gender status gets out. You're going to have hundreds, if not thousands, of people connecting to the site on a constant basis to see if it's true, and if so, looking for video of this dude getting pounded by girlcock."

"Which, obviously, there will be," I offered.

"Obviously. So, let's be super conservative and say that only 10% of those visitors opt to subscribe and get access to all of that hot blended-on-male action. That's still possibly hundreds of streaming connections and large file downloads that could be happening at any given time. Trust me, residential broadband access is not going to be sufficient to handle the load. Not to mention all the jerks that think they shouldn't have to pay for porn because they know how to crack basic internet security. Which means subjecting the site to a lot of breach attempts that might not all be stopped by the little firewall you bought for a hundred bucks."

"You have ideas, I'm guessing?"

Tessa beamed at me. "I do! I have some connections with that new server farm out by the orchards, I did some dev work for them as they were getting spooled up. Turns out about 20% of the facility is reserved for smaller businesses that might be interested in high-grade hosting services in a state-of-the-art facility. We could build out the web server and file servers pretty easily and get them hosted and protected over there for pretty cheap. We'd probably have to move the chat server over there, too, but then it'd be behind much better security."

"Given what's on there now, that's probably for the best."

We escaped any serious issues with our upgrades, and the server was back online ahead of schedule. Tessa and I got the new mobile client installed and tested that pretty vigorously, and the new UI matched the desktop version, finally dragging our pet project into something resembling a modern chat application. We ended up shirtless in bed, making out as we chatted over each other's shoulders and ran the new feature set through its paces. Tessa begged off of anything more strenuous than kissing or playing with her boobs: she and Michiko had run each other ragged the previous night and she was still a bit sore. I teased her about that for a bit, but we otherwise spent a pleasant few hours in each other's company before I had to go.

*****

At about the middle of my shift, I was feeling pretty warm. Not from the ovens or the fryers, oddly enough, but from the company. Gina and Julia Toretti were pretty lewd in the kitchen together, almost exactly like a couple of stereotypical wise guys bragging about their past conquests. It was hilarious hearing them banter back and forth about their personal exploits, and their relationship seemed built upon a solid foundation of good-natured competitiveness. It was also pretty arousing, especially when Gina joked about Julia not knowing how to suck dick at all and Julia offering to take her into the office and show her differently right then. That definitely got my motor running despite being completely drained by the amazing joint hand/blowjob from earlier in the day.

My discomfort must have shown, because Gina suddenly looked concerned. "Hey, Ace, you doin' alright? We can knock this off if we're makin' you uncomfortable."

"Nah, Mrs. Toretti, you're fine" I said with a weak smile, "I'm just overheating a little."

"Oooh," Julia said, sidling up to me, "you gettin' turned on? I bet you wouldn't mind a little man-handling, wouldn't you?"

"Hey!" Gina scolded her niece. "No harassing the help!" She turned back to me with a motherly smile. "About time for a break, then, ain't it?"

"If that's alright," I said. It was approaching 5:30 and things would probably be ramping up soon, so I felt bad ducking out for a bit.

"Course it is," Gina responded, shooing me away. I ducked into the men's room and stepped into one of the stalls. I'd made a habit of slipping the thermometer Nurse Carter gave me into my pocket before I left the house, so I had it handy. My temperature: 102.2. No wonder I felt like I was ready to melt. It called for drastic action, and luckily the restroom was deserted so I could jack off in peace. As much as I wanted to enjoy a nice stroke session, I preferred to remain alive and conscious, so I spit in my hand to lube up as best I could and got to it. It didn't take long, thankfully: images of Julia going down on her aunt got me started, but I really took off imagining repeating this process later for Tanya. I couldn't wait to coat every inch of her body in my cum: her giant tits, her amazing ass, her beautiful face. I'm pretty sure I moaned her name as the first jets of issue hit the toilet bowl. I did my best to aim through the orgasmic haze and acquitted myself well, though my steel-hard cock did a lot of the work on that score. I came a TON, and I somehow got most of it into the bowl. I leaned against the wall as I recovered, immediately starting to feel cooler as the excess heat vented out from behind my ears (that's what it felt like, anyway). I took a moment to clean up both myself and the toilet, then zipped up and splashed some water onto my face before heading back.

"Wow!" Julia said. "You must have really needed to bust that nut!"

"Julie!" Gina scolded her again, before turning to me. "I mean, she's right, though, you look a lot better. Shit, Ace, I wouldn't think your girls would let you get backed up ever."

I shrugged as I washed my hands at the nearby basin. "It's not that, it's this weird anatomy shit I got to deal with." I shook my head as the Torettis' personal grammar started rubbing off on me.

"Yeah, I was reading about that!" Julia said, walking into the office and coming back with a copy of the Granite Hills Intelligencer. I was a little concerned that the school paper had escaped containment, but I hoped it wouldn't cause too much trouble. A timer started going off, and I pulled two pizzas from the oven as Gina started reading through Amy Hauser's interview. I set the pizzas on unfolded boxes and grabbed one of the big mezzalunas to cut them into the appropriate amount of slices. Julia folded the boxes up in a whirl of cardboard as I finished cutting, and she stacked the pair of them with the order slip in the warming cabinet. The phone started ringing then, and Julia left me to start making orders as she took them from customers. Gina wandered off back to the office, some garlic cheese bread with sausage in tow as she continued reading the school paper.

I entered a groove filling orders for about 10 minutes before Julia broke me out of it. "Hey, pickup for Bourne at the counter, can you hand it off for me?"

"Sure thing!" I grabbed the order from the cabinet and smiled, thinking I might get to say hello to Melissa and her mom. I turned to the front counter and realized I was half right: it was Melissa, sure enough. With her dad.

*****

My feelings about Richard Bourne tended towards the negative for a number of reasons, not least of which the incredibly strict rules he imposed on Melissa throughout her high school career, and likely her entire life. Granted, most of the stories were second-hand and likely exaggerated, but I did see him march into the office to have Melissa paged when she hadn't appeared yet two minutes after final bell. He was about to enter the school proper to go looking for her when Mrs. LeBeau fixed him in place with a few choice words and the raw force of her personality. And this was before the Blend, so the principal did it when she was still 5" 4" and reedy. When Melissa finally appeared, Mr. Bourne didn't say anything, but I did catch the look he gave her and I could tell she was in serious trouble. (I should mention that I happened to catch all this because I was waiting to see Mrs. LeBeau for... let's just say I always got caught whenever I tried to bend the occasional rule and leave it at that.)

For all that, I'm sure Mr. Bourne could have given Mrs. LeBeau a run for her money charisma-wise if he thought he could get away with it. He was 6' 1" and traditionally masculine in the Rock Hudson mold: short dark hair, strong jaw, flinty brown eyes, and a casually muscular build. His voice is what made him dangerous: he was generally soft-spoken, but his gently Southern-accented voice could cut through anything that might have drowned him out, and one's attention was instantly arrested by the quiet confidence expressed in his warm baritone.

He used it purely for evil, of course. In a previous life, he'd been an EFCA minister before meeting his (soon-to-be ex-) wife and leaving his congregation to start a family. That happened about the same time that he published his first book, Pride And Prejudices: The Modern War on Traditional Values. Suffice to say, it did not espouse a lot of tolerance for non-Christian, non-heteronormative lifestyles. That book led to media appearances, which led to speaking engagements, which boosted the sales of his next book, which restarted the whole cycle. His wife and baby daughter appeared on all the dust jacket photos, the perfect picture of a healthy, Christian family.

When the Blend arrived, Mr. Bourne took it as the surest test of "our devotion to Christ's values," and was it really surprising that, in his eyes at least, the majority of the world failed that test miserably. He was a regular contributor on all of the usual conservative news sources, and his podcast had a listenership somewhere in the low millions. Wherever he went, anti-Blend rhetoric was sure to follow. I wondered how his image as a defender of family values would change in the face of his impending divorce, apart from demonizing his soon-to-be ex-wife Jessica as thoroughly as possible.

*****

"Mr. Wayne!" Mr. Bourne said. "Now this is a pleasant surprise. How long have you been working here?"

"This is my second day, sir," I said as evenly as possible. I flashed a quick smile at Melissa, but her face remained impassive.

"Well," he continued in his mild Southern drawl, "I must say, I was afraid that you had become the latest young man to succumb to the madness that's gripping the world, but I'm delighted to see I'm mistaken."

"Uh, sure," I responded, placing his order on the counter. If he wanted to think that I was still a virgin and saving my virtue for a nice unisex girl, I wasn't going to correct him.

"I do hope it hasn't been too difficult for you, I'm sure your newfound commitment to healthy values hasn't made you too many friends at school. Apart from my girl here," he said, putting his arm around Melissa's shoulders. "I need to thank you for helping her stay the course in the face of those harlots, I shudder to think what would have happened if you hadn't been there."

He didn't see Melissa roll her eyes, more at his posturing than at any remaining discomfort at that situation. I slowly nodded in agreement. Casey and Rhonda had their problems, but I didn't care for anyone denigrating them that way (which surprised me in Rhonda's case). "Well, sir, we're all still hormonal teenagers, it's just a little more intense than it might have been in your day."

"Too true!" He laughed as he handed the pizzas to Melissa. "Here, pumpkin, why don't you take these to the car, I'll join you shortly."

"Yes, father," Melissa said. As she was leaving, she turned to face me and very clearly mouthed I love you, Ace, giving me a bright smile before exiting. My eyes bugged out a little, but Mr. Bourne didn't notice. He fished something out of his wallet and placed it on the counter.

"Look, I know this is rather forward of me, but I'd love it if you came out and joined us at First Light. I think you'd get a lot from worshiping with us, and there's a nice group of kids your age that I'm sure you'd get on famously with. I'll bet they'd love to get your perspective holding fast against the debauched tides."

In my defense, I don't think I realized what I said before it was too late, but something about his sanctimonious tone pissed me off. "Well sir, thank you for the invitation, but I've got a pretty full schedule, what with work, Dungeons & Dragons Club, and all the incredible pre-marital sex I'm having with my polycule of blended partners. Still, I'll try to set some time aside to come visit!"

The effect was not what I expected. Mr. Bourne stared at me for a moment, and I could see confusion and maybe some rage building in his eyes, but as soon as it appeared, it vanished within peals of deep laughter. "Oh, Mr. Wayne! That's a wicked sense of humor! I can see why Melissa is so taken with you! Have a blessed evening!" With a wave, he left, laughing to himself. "Dungeons & Dragons, indeed."

I wasn't sure if I was relieved or angry that that's the part he took as a joke. I glanced down at the item he'd left behind, a card for First Light Evangelical Free Church. Along with a tightly-folded hundred dollar bill. Without thinking, I grabbed it and dashed out after him. "Uh, sir? You left-"

"Keep it!" he called, waving me off. He slipped into his truck alongside Melissa and pulled out of the parking lot smoothly. I walked back inside to a waiting pair of Torettis.

"What the fuck was that?!" Julia said incredulously.

"I thought he left this by accident, but I guess not." I placed the engraving of Benjamin Franklin in front of them.

"I was talking about the group sex thing, but fuck! You know how to make an impression!"

I sighed, looking at the ridiculous tip. "I know this is supposed to go into the pot, but can I take this out back and burn it instead? It's making my skin crawl."

"Absolutely not, buddy," Gina said, taking the bill and placing it in the big tip jar. "You'll thank me for that later, but here's a different kind of tip: he may be an intolerant fuck, but his money spends same as anyone else's."

"Also," Julia added, "it's gonna feel so awesome when your balls are slapping his daughter's chin. Behind his back, even!"

"JESUS," I said, disengaging from that train wreck of a conversation to make some more pizzas. I did my very best to not think of exchanging oral favors with Melissa; I was only partially successful.

The rest of the shift passed quickly, especially when the cheerleaders arrived suddenly to fill the dining room and keep the staff hopping. That was on top of a rush of delivery and pick-up orders that started at about 6, so we were really hopping. Gina was managing the ovens leaving Julia and me on prep duty, and we fell into a solid rhythm as we cranked through a stream of orders. The Foster twins were similarly swamped: they'd arrived shortly before to help with the dinner rush, and I barely got to say hi as they attended their own duties. The volume increased significantly as a bunch of super girly teenagers cultivated a party atmosphere within the restaurant, and everyone was kept on their toes for the duration.

It was about five minutes' shy of the end of my shift when Gina asked me for a favor. "Listen, Andie and Molly are both out on runs and we just finished an order for across town. Would you mind taking it with you? It's already paid for, and they left a nice tip to go with it. All you have to do is drop it off." I was pretty tired, and I must have looked pretty dubious about it as Gina continued. "I promise, I don't normally ask this of the kitchen staff, but I figured it would be on your way, and these are pretty good customers."