Unblended Ch. 11

"Please," she begged, "please let me be a part of this, I'll do anything!"

"Of course!" Tessa said, throwing her arms around us as she started crying along with Donna. "You're our new b-bestie, just like Tanya! You're inv-... invited to Ladies' Night and... and everything, we didn't get the chance to t-tell you before now! You're so coo-hoo-hoo-hoooool!"

"No one's going anywhere," I said quietly, desperately trying to keep myself together and only barely succeeding.

There was a whirlwind of quick kisses exchanged between all of us. I let the ladies ride out this giant wave of emotion as I recovered my breath. I suddenly felt as winded as they had just been, almost like my oxygen requirements from previously had been deferred until that moment of vulnerability. I shivered again remembering how it felt to have fourteen thick inches of iron lodged halfway to my stomach, and I wondered how I got it all in without bending things or standing on my head, or triggering my gag reflex for that matter. It reminded me of my recently discovered anal capacity, and whether this was another apology gift for my stunted Blend. I kept my musings to myself for the moment, content in just being there for the girls and holding them tightly as they cried and kissed and promised to never let each other go. I also didn't mention my growing arousal at their huge tits rubbing against me. I figured I'd get a turn being lavished with attention once things settled down, and just enjoyed being close to them in the moment.

*****

[ThinWhiteDuke has entered 'Royal Bedchambers'.]

ThinWhiteDuke: Michi? Tanya? You around?

CrimsonDemon: Yeah, we're just watching old Excellica and giving each other head.

1GrrlWrcknCrw: Not necessarily in that order. What's up?

ThinWhiteDuke: I've got a procedural question for you. Tessa, Donna, and I were up to no good, as one might expect, and they, uh... they fell asleep.

CrimsonDemon: Damn, son! You wipe them out?

ThinWhiteDuke: More I swallowed Donna whole, kicked off a massive orgasm in everyone, then Donna begged us to be her partners, Tessa reassured her we are, and then they had a good makeout cry.

1GrrlWrcknCrw: Oh, shit! We forgot to ask her!

CrimsonDemon: Yeah, we got distracted by Candidate Ace. I'm glad Tessa had her head on straight.

ThinWhiteDuke: I think Tess would have said those things no matter what you all decided. And if she hadn't, I would have.

1GrrlWrcknCrw: Of course, you would have, we all saw you when she swept you off your feet.

CrimsonDemon: Hold on, what's the procedural question?

ThinWhiteDuke: Well, like I said, they're zonked out and they look adorable together. And it's 8:30.

1GrrlWrcknCrw: And you're not tired, huh.

ThinWhiteDuke: Not in the slightest. I feel like I should go home and get cleaned up, but I don't just want to leave them here. Should I stay? Should I go? I don't want to wake them, obviously, they look adorable.

CrimsonDemon: I'd say go home, but leave them a note, for heaven's sake. You'd just be across the street, anyway.

1GrrlWrcknCrw: Yeah, as long as they know where you went, that'll be okay.

CrimsonDemon: And if not, I know how you can make it up to them.

ThinWhiteDuke: I'm sure we ALL know how I can make it up to them.

1GrrlWrcknCrw: She's talking about letting them fuck you!

ThinWhiteDuke: Yes, thank you.

*****

Girls,

Seeing you lying in each other's arms is one of the most romantic things I have ever witnessed. I'm so happy that we're all together, and I can't wait to see what adventures lie in store for us. I'm heading home to clean up and leave you to your blissful rest, but if you get this before too late, feel free to let me know. (I wouldn't try sneaking over, I don't know that the trellis could hold Donna's weight. Or Tessa's, for that matter. :P ) Thank you for an amazing evening, and I'll see you in the morning.

Love you both, Andy

*****

I padded down to the Millers' living room to find Mx. Miller unbuttoning their shirt. We surprised each other and gasped appropriately.

"Mx. Miller!" I exclaimed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to walk in on... uh... whatever... this is."

"Ace, no! You're fine!" they replied, putting a bit of emphasis on my name. I caught them give a quick glance past me and wondered if someone else was here. "W-I was expecting you'd be with the girls all night!"

"So was I, but I think I knocked them out for the count. I'm going home to get cleaned up, I didn't want to wake them."

"A well-deserved reward for attending to their needs so thoroughly, eh?! It sounded like someone was being murdered by orgasm." Mx. Miller snickered, leaving their shirt hanging open. I noticed some kind of white tube top or bra underneath, wrapped around their chest. I wondered briefly about that.

"I apparently have that effect on people, Natsume-san said exactly the same thing."

"You should teach classes," they replied. "You left them a note, I hope?"

I nodded my head. "I sure did, I'm not a complete heel. I think I'd better get going, I'm sorry for interrupting."

Mx. Miller waved me off with a smile, and I started to leave. I was a little surprised when a hand took hold of my shoulder to stop me.

"Oh, don't go just yet," a sultry, French-tinged voice whispered in my ear. "I'm sure we'd be 'appy to entertain you for ze evening in our daughter's place..."

My eyes nearly bugged out, as did Mx. Miller's. We looked at each other, and I could see them trying to decide how to approach this new complication. For my part, I realized that if I turned around, I'd probably see Mrs. Miller in some state of undress, and I was not prepared to handle that.

"I really appreciate the offer," I said, "but I should get back to studying and I wouldn't want to disrupt your evening plans."

"Very sensible, my boy," Mx. Miller said, walking over to take me by the hand. "We appreciate your thoughtfulness. Here! Let me show you to the door!" They shuffled me away out of Mrs. Miller's grasp and towards the front door with dispatch.

"Nice seeing you, Ace!" Mrs. Miller said with a laugh.

Mx. Miller opened the door and stepped through it with me, closing it behind us. We looked at each other and breathed sighs of relief.

"Holy cats," they said, "that was unexpected."

"What did I blunder into?" I asked.

"We heard your, um, exploits, as it were, and my lovely wife was inspired to dress up a bit. Or down, as the case may be."

"Oof," I said, "no offense, but Mrs. Miller looks like a centerfold normally. I don't think my mind could survive seeing her actively dressing for the part."

"Agreed," Mx. Miller said with a nod, "and especially not dressed as April '67."

That rang a bell, and I searched my memory for a bit before recalling that particular image. "Wait, like, green and white argyle? Wool miniskirt? Beehive with pigtails?" Mx. Miller nodded with a conspiratorial grin, and I turned to peek through the window. "I mean, I guess a quick look wouldn't hurt."

"Good night, Mr. Wayne," they said with another laugh, and I performed a minor walk of shame down the path and across the street. The house was mostly quiet as I entered, though I could hear the TV playing in the den. I looked in and saw my parents and Denise cuddling on the big leather couch watching Mildred Pierce, the 1945 version with Joan Crawford. I decided not to announce my presence and went upstairs to shower. I probably should have waited, as I didn't make it longer than ten minutes before jerking off thinking about Tessa and her mom dressed like that centerfold, their amazing busts framed by those argyle cardigans, their cocks peeking out from underneath the tiny green miniskirts, and submitting mind, body, and soul to their expert ministrations. Suddenly, the image shifted to one of Mx. Miller filling my mouth as Mrs. Miller filled my ass. I came almost immediately thereafter, covering myself in big globs of creamy goo as I imagined being spit-roasted to a massive climax by the attractive couple.

As I lay in bed recovering, my phone buzzed, heralding receipt of a text. I picked it up to see a message from an unknown number.

Thank you for being so understanding. Wish you were here...

As I pondered the probable origin of the cryptic message, a photo appeared and promptly shattered my mind: it was a selfie of Mx. and Mrs. Miller in bed, Mrs. Miller looking every inch Miss April 1967 and incredibly sexy, the argyle cardigan spread out loosely under her with her bountiful chest on full display. Mx. Miller was cuddled up against her, wearing nothing but a sultry smile, and I was shocked to discover that they had even bigger boobs than their wife, with thick burgundy nipples set off by their much paler skin. The photo cut off at the waist, showing only the top of Mrs. Miller's miniskirt and Mx. Miller's hips, and their faces and chests were absolutely glazed with cum.

I was deeply touched that they trusted me enough to share such an intimate moment with me. I realized that Mx. Miller must bind themself during the day to align better with their identity, which made perfect sense. I wondered if they had included me (if indirectly) in their evening's passion, and I thought it only fair I let them know I most certainly had. Raising my camera, I matched their pose and angle as best I could, making sure my half-hardness was well inside the frame to raise the stakes a bit. Once I got a picture I liked, I replied to the message: I'm honored you shared this with me, thank you so much! Wish I was there, too, I'm sure you'd fit right in...

I waited a moment to see if a response was forthcoming, and when none did, I placed my phone on its charger, turned off the lights, and fell asleep right where (and how) I was. I thought about cleaning up first, but my cum felt wonderful against my skin. I decided the irritation in the morning would be well worth it. It'd wash off as easily later as it would that moment.

*****

I left the house the next morning to see Tessa waiting by my car and Donna's Range Rover already gone. When we'd slid into the seats, I turned to give her a kiss on the cheek. "How did it go after I left?"

"It was so nice!" Tessa said brightly. "We woke up around 11, we read your note and cried some more, and then we made out until we fell back to sleep. And again when we woke up, until she had to leave. She's so vulnerable with us, I think she hasn't had anyone she could talk to or be vulnerable with."

"I'm so glad she feels safe enough around us to open up."

"Speaking of opening up," Tessa said, "she mentioned something to me last night, and I have something for you." She hooked her arm around mine as we set off for school.

"What is it?"

"Later," she said, leaning over to rest her head on my shoulder. "Just know that you've been a very good boy."

We drove on in silence, and we arrived in the school parking lot ten minutes later, as per usual. "Okay," I said, turning the car off and engaging the parking brake, "what's this thing?"

She pulled a folded slip of paper from her cleavage and handed it to me. It read LADIES NIGHT - ONE TIME ADMISSION.

"I'm invited to Ladies' Night? What an honor! What's the occasion?"

"Donna wanted us all to be together when you're her first."

"Aww, that's... wait, really?"

Tessa nodded. "She's got it bad for you, just like all of us. So we're all going to be there and support her while you ruin her for everyone else. And when she splits you in half."

I sat back in the driver's seat, gobsmacked. I knew Donna and I were pretty infatuated with one another, but this hit me harder than I was expecting. "That's... that's so awesome," I said quietly.

"Just remember, if you break her heart, or any of our hearts actually, she'll break your spine."

"Noted," I said. Tessa smirked before reaching over and undoing my belt and pants. "Uh, what's going on, babe?"

"Shh!" Tessa said, getting my cock out and stroking it to hardness before climbing over and driving me deeply into her pussy. "Oh yeah... wow, this car is super roomy!"

"I like it," I gasped, trying not to lose my cool immediately.

"Okay," she said, getting incredibly serious, "now, I'm going to ask you something, and I need you to be completely honest with me." She pulled her tits out of her dress and smashed them into my face as she bounced one time on my cock.

"Y-yeah, of c-course," I replied. As always, her pussy felt amazing wrapped around my length.

"I mean it! If you lie to me, this is the last time you see my girls or anything else for a long time." She wiggled her hips and squeezed down on my cock, eliciting a deep moan from me.

"Yes! Fuck, I'll tell you everything!"

"Did you trade nudes with my parents last night?"

I could feel my eyes bug out in response. FUCK HOW DOES SHE KNOW my brain screamed at me. Tessa definitely noticed and smirked. "I need you to answer me."

"YES," I gasped.

"Let me see them."

I pulled my phone out and brought the message thread up, and she took a long look before setting it down on the seat next to us.

"Tell me what happened."

"I was heading out when I ran into your dad, they were in the middle of taking their shirt off and we spooked each other." Tessa started shifting on top of me, rolling her hips to fuck me without bouncing. "Oh, fuck... I... told them you were asleep and I w-wanted to get cleaned up, and I apologized for interrupting... whatever I was interrupting. That's when... fuck, that's so good, Tess... that's when your mom tried to get me to s-stay, and your dad-ah yeah, stay right there..." Tessa stopped with a giggle and held position while I reigned myself in. "...he walked me out of the house before things went any further. For which I was very grateful." Tessa leaned in and kissed me for a moment, her tongue darting briefly into my mouth and escaping before I could capture it, then leaned back and gestured for me to continue. "I-I-I went home, I took a shower, I started jerking off in bed thinking about you and your mom, and then your mom and your dad, and I came so hard. Th-then I got a text from someone..."

"It was dad's number," Tessa interjected.

"From your dad, then, with that picture, a-and I just felt like I nnnneeded to return the gesture. I'm s-s-sorry I d-didn't text you first."

Tessa gave me a warm smile. "Andy, you didn't do anything wrong. Dad had their 'I've been up to sketchy shit' look on their face, and I got them to spill their guts in like 30 seconds." She shifted again, sending a wave of pleasure rocketing through my body.

"You're okay with it?"

Tessa kissed me ravenously in response, her black-and-green pigtails brushing against my face. I found myself staring into her icy green orbs and saw an endless mirth dancing in them.

"I told them if you ever exchange naughty pics again, I want copies. Apart from that, we'll see what happens. Now, I've been imagining watching my parents fuck you together all morning since I found out, and it is somehow the hottest thing I've ever thought of, even considering the absolute smoke-shows that we're dating. So, I'm gonna keep thinking about that while I ride you until I cum SO HARD. I want you to imagine being fucked by my parents too, and I want you to cum with me, okay?"

I merely nodded, and Tessa started rolling her hips again, this time much more vigorously. Her tits bounced against my face until I captured one of her nipples in my mouth, and she moaned as I sucked.

"Fuck, yeah, Andy," she said, nibbling at my ear. "How does Mommy's cock feel inside you?"

"It's so good, baby," I said back, totally into the exchange. "It feels just like yours does, I can't wait until she floods my ass."

"Uh huh?" Tessa's voice squeaked a bit. "And how about Daddy?"

"Oh, god, Kieran," I moaned, "I love the taste of your cock, give me all that tasty cum, please!"

"You gonna swallow them down? Every nasty drop of Daddy's cum?"

"Every drop, I'm gonna be their little cumslut, just like I am for their daughter!"

"Yeah, cum for them! Cum on my parents' cocks, Andy!"

We both screamed as we exploded together, Tessa's pussy milking me for every ounce of ejaculate my balls were carrying. We locked lips and rode through the climax, Tessa's soft boobs cradling our faces as she leaned into me. It felt as though I was pumping cum into Tessa for at least a full minute, and she collapsed on top of me once our respective orgasms fell. I was suddenly aware of the GIANT mess we were about to make, if we hadn't made it already.

"Holy FUCK," Tessa exhaled, "that was incredible."

"I don't know if the reality would live up to the fantasy at this point," I said, "but yeah, FUCK." I looked around, trying not to move more than necessary. "So, uh, we're in a real bucket of syrup here. Did you bring a change of clothes, because otherwise everyone is going to know why we were almost late to class."

"I planned ahead!" Tessa reached behind me and produced some paper towers. She tore a few off and handed them to me. "Here, hold these." When I took them, she flipped her skirt up to reveal a condom on the end of her dick, placed there in advance to capture her seed and having done a superlative job. She carefully slid it off and held it as I wrapped it in the paper towels. She then grabbed more towels and told me to use them to wipe off as she opened the driver's side door and gracefully extracted herself from my cock and the car. I looked down to find a surprising lack of moisture on my pants, and I quickly cleaned myself before throwing all the expended towels in the plastic bag Tessa helpfully held open.

"You planned for this?" I asked, a touch of reverence in my voice.

"Well, duh!" she said with a dorky snort. "This isn't my first carnal rodeo, pardner."

She hit us both with some odor-neutralizing spray followed by some light perfume, took a couple of sniffs, and nodded as I handed her bag to her and locked up.

"Hey, is it okay if I want to keep this just between us for now?" she said as we approached the school. "It'll be nice to have a naughty little secret. Besides, I'm not totally sure how I feel about you actually hooking up with my parents."

"Honestly?" I said. "I'm okay with that being our private fantasy, and if that's as far as it goes, so be it."

Tessa hooked onto my arm again and kissed my neck. "You are the sweetest boy ever. And that's why Donna wants you to take her virginity, and why the rest of us wish you did ours. Well, not as much me and Michi, obviously. For reasons. You understand."

"So... just Tanya, then."

"Actually, she said her first time with Stacy was really special, too. You were the first to plunder her booty, though, so that counts for something."

"Last of the great romantics, you are."

*****

Thanks to Her Tenebrous Highness, I was in no state to offer Mrs. Adams a magic spooge potion, so I got stuck into my day as best I could. Tess and I had AP Calculus first, with Mrs. Sonya Jerome, known throughout the county as the Dread Mistress of Mathematics. She wasn't the only tough teacher at Granite Hills, but she was definitely the strictest. With someone like Mrs. Sikorski or Mrs. Hawthorne, you knew the material was going to be difficult, but they would give you the tools and the guidance to even the odds. By contrast, Mrs. Jerome threw you into the crucible and expected you to climb out of the fire on your own merits: frequent pop quizzes, homework and reading every night, extra on the weekends, no extra credit. Normally, that would be difficult but manageable, but Mrs. Jerome also graded on a strict curve that was as immovable as the titanium rod firmly embedded in her... well, I think you get the point.

We were seated well before the bell, thankfully, and I gave Becky Addison a wave as she dashed in and took her seat near us. I was about to give her a merry greeting when the Dread Mistress strode into the room and started writing on the blackboard. All 12 students in the room immediately started copying the equation forming on the board. Once the bell rang to actually start the period, she'd spin around and start interrogating us.