Unblended Ch. 12

"Well, you just let me know when I can whisper dirty, nasty things in your ear and feel you get hard for me. I promise you won't regret it." We arrived at the cafeteria fairly early and processed through the lunch line quickly. Donna loaded up with enough food for at least five people, while I built myself the lunch of a mere mortal (with an extra grilled ham and cheese). As we sat down, I took the opportunity to ask something.

"Hey, if I'm the first person you've ever been sexy with, which was amazing and an honor, how did you, erm..." Donna looked at me, and I gestured to her tall, muscular form. She smiled and started blushing.

"My parents blended before I did, and we had a talk about if I wanted to go through it and how soon. When I started seeing how unis were being treated, I realized I couldn't really keep to myself anymore, so I wanted to get it over with. Granted, I was expecting to maybe fill out a little bit, not look like Zeus fucked my mom."

"Sure," I said, nodding. "So, how did you work it?"

"They invited one of my mom's friends from work over, and they made me a milkshake."

I was just about to take a swig of milk and was very glad I'd thought to wait until Donna was done speaking, else there would have been milk all over the table and out of my nose. "Like... euphemistically?"

She shook her head and laughed. "Sort of, but not really. Μητέρα made me a butterscotch milkshake while Mom, uh, harvested some material from her friend. They mixed it in, I drank it down, and I was knocked out in like twenty minutes."

"Good to know that method works," I mused.

"It's definitely better straight from the tap," she added, waiting specifically until I started drinking to say it and receiving the expected result. She offered me some napkins to help clean up once my coughing fit subsided.

"Hey!" Tessa said, walking over with Michiko. "Stop trying to kill our boyfriend!" Donna and I both received kisses on the cheek as they flanked us at the table.

"Who's Mi... Miteara? Am I saying that right?

"Μητέρα," she corrected me, "it's just Greek for 'mother,' like you call one parent Mom and the other Mama." I repeated it a few times to get the hang of it.

"What are you talking about?" Michi asked.

"Andy was wondering about how I got to be all Gigantor if he was the first person I've been intimate with," Donna replied, "now he's getting a brief lesson in Greek family words."

"Are we, like, done with Ace now?" I asked. "I still really like that nickname, you know."

"Oh, no," Tessa said, wrapping herself around me and gazing up at me with big kitty energy, "we call you Andy because we're your lovers and Andy feels more mature."

"...my aunt calls me Andy," I said offhandedly, and I smiled as I thought of the woman for the first time in a while. I realized almost immediately that I had just made a terrible mistake.

"That wouldn't be Aunt Bobbie Sue, would it?" Michiko asked in a teasing tone of voice..

"Who's that?" Donna asked. Michiko and Tessa exchanged looks and Grinch grins before turning to me.

"You should tell her," Michiko said.

"Tell her what?" someone asked from behind me.

"Oh, good, Tanya's here," I said before letting my head hit the table.

"Apparently," Tessa said, guiding Tanya to the seat next to her, "Andy's aunt also calls him Andy."

"Wow," Tanya said, reaching across the table to pat me on the shoulder, "I didn't realize you were going to start up with your entire family! I mean, I wonder what it would be like to make out with Aunt Alicia sometimes, but I'm too chicken to try it." She whistled and shook her head. "I hope your mama's okay with you banging her AND her sister."

"Wait," Donna said, fixing me with a shocked look, "are... are you having sexual congress with your parents?!" I must have looked particularly frantic, because she hugged me and apologized softly. "Tanya told me the other day. I'm sorry I freaked you out." When she released me, I sat up and took a big, angry bite out of my sandwich.

"I'm not sleeping with any of my aunts," I said eventually, glaring at Michiko. She smirked at me and raised her hands in surrender.

"But you'd like to," Tessa said, and she stuck her tongue out at me when I turned the glare.

"Whaaaaaaaaaat?" Tanya asked.

"Now, Ace," Donna said, switching back to my nickname to wheedle her way into my good graces, "you're amongst friends, you can tell us anything about your perverted, incestuous crushes." It was a little chilling just how quickly she was integrating with the rest of my lovely, beautiful tormentors.

"Ugh, fine." I shook my head and took a breath. "Aunt Bobbie is the reason I'm obsessed with huge boobs." I covered my face with my hands.

"NO!" Tanya shouted, and everyone shushed her as we started drawing attention to ourselves. "No way!" she said in a loud whisper.

"So," Tessa said, picking up the thread, "Bobbie Sue is Andy's aunt on his 'father's' side, and she's what could be described as a sturdy gal."

"Like Tanya, but way less muscular, with a bigger belly and much bigger boobs," Michiko added.

"Fascinating," Donna said. Tanya briefly cupped her own bosom and scrunched her face as she tried to fathom what that might look like.

"So, Andy's cousin Abby Mae graduated from college last year, and she and Aunt Bobbie went on a cruise to celebrate." Tessa took a big swig of water before dramatically producing her phone and continuing. "She sent pictures." The table shifted at least a foot as Tanya and Donna immediately leaned over to look at the offered album.

"How the hell did you get those?!" I asked. "I haven't even seen them yet!"

"She swiped your mama's phone when she wasn't paying attention and forwarded them to herself," Michiko said.

"God DAMN," Tanya said breathlessly, "you weren't lying!"

"What kind of cruise was this?" Donna asked.

The photo they were currently ogling had been taken by one of the pools on the ship, my aunt and cousin grinning goofily for a wide-angle selfie, their blonde hair in matching braided pony tails. Abby Mae, who had a figure closer to Michiko's but chubbier with bigger boobs, was wearing a red string bikini that was only slightly obscene, with the small fabric panels covering the important parts reasonably well but otherwise completely failing to rein in her generous endowment. The strings from the bottoms curved around her generous hips, but everything else was hidden within a pair of board shorts.

Aunt Bobbie was wearing the exact same bikini in blue without the board shorts, and it hid absolutely nothing. Her gigantic tits sagged appreciably low but were still somehow incredibly full, her broad nipples and areolae not obscured by the bikini top in the least. Meanwhile, a fairly impressive, chubby dick strained against the bottoms, and the strings disappeared into the generous padding around her waist. When I'd first heard tell of those photos, Mom had wondered why Bobbie had bothered wearing anything at all. She and Mama were quick to hide the evidence before I got a look, and it was pretty evident why.

"It was a swinger's cruise," I said, trying to get a better look around my girlfriends as they interposed themselves between me and Tessa's phone, "one of those 18+ only trips that stays out at sea for most of the time while everyone gets their freak on. With appropriate consent, of course. Mama let that slip when I asked about it."

"You think they did anything together?" Tanya asked, her voice tinged with wonder and awe.

"I have no idea," I replied, giving up on trying to see anything else and returning to my seat. "Mom evaded and Mama made jokes about going with them the next time."

"We should all go," Donna said, "you know, in case they need any assistance with, uh... things." That got the whole table laughing. I felt a little better about my embarrassing secret crush on my aunt being out, especially now that the visual evidence at hand explained it. I felt better still when Tessa's hand slipped into my lap to caress the erection I'd gotten on the sight of Aunt Bobbie's wares.

"Would you like that?" she whispered in my ear. "Would you like to get this big cock between those gigantic tits?"

"It looked like she's got a nice, thick cock," Donna whispered in my other ear. "Maybe she'd be willing to let you indulge both your obsessions: sucking on her boobs before you suck on her big girlcock."

I noticed Tanya move over to sit by Michiko, and they started talking about... something. I couldn't quite concentrate as Donna was helping Tess unbuckle my belt and get my cock free of my pants. I realized Michi and Tanya were running interference, blocking the rest of the cafeteria from seeing what was happening under the table, and I carefully placed my hands on top of it for stability.

"I hope she lets us watch," Tessa said, slowly stroking my length. I was already leaking precum, and her hand grew slick as she spread it to coat my dick. "I get so horny watching you go down on other girls and waiting for my turn."

"Mmm, I'm glad I'm not the only one," Donna said, adding her hand to Tessa's. "I'm sure Aunt Bobbie will let you play with her anytime you want once she gets acquainted with that sweet mouth of yours."

"I'd love to watch those gigantic melons bounce while she rides you," Tessa said, quickening her pace. "She seems like the kind of gal to ride you hard, too, until you started flooding her pussy with all that cum."

"I bet she'd paint you white," Donna said, nibbling at my ear, "you look so sexy when you're covered in jizz."

"Oh, fuck," I gasped. For being a relative novice in such matters, Donna was exceptionally good at this, easily matching Tessa's natural talents for dirty talk. It wasn't long before Tessa let Donna take over the handjob entirely to start massaging my balls. The sensation of being jerked off combined with the images the girls planted in my head sped me along to a massive climax right up until they stopped suddenly. They jammed my dick back into my pants and withdrew without another word. I was in a bit of a daze, wondering what happened while my dick strained against its sudden confinement, until a deep voice sounded behind me.

"Ladies, Mr. Wayne," Principal LeBeau said as she approached the table. She received a round of greetings from the girls and a half-hearted wave from me, and she looked at me with concern. "Is everything alright? You look a little flush."

"He's fine, Mrs. LeBeau," Tessa said with a mild Texan accent, "you know how the menfolk get around chatty women, am I right, ladies?"

"Why, he's such a darlin', lettin' us prattle on about our lady troubles," Tanya jumped right in, affecting a genteel southern drawl and blowing me a kiss, "so considerate."

"Ugh, American men are scandalized so easy," Donna said in the thickest Greek accent I'd ever heard and could still understand. "In Athens, men know better than to complain."

"What is happening," I said, bewilderment rapidly replacing horniness. Michiko said something in Japanese, and the other girls started laughing along with her. It wouldn't have surprised me if they all understood what she'd said.

"Be that as it may," Mrs. LeBeau said, "I'm not sure I'd agree he's that submissive." That got a bigger round of laughter and more confusion from me. "Don't take too much advantage, ladies, he still needs to function and I can already smell the smoke coming out of his ears." With that, she departed.

"Seriously, what the hell just happened."

"Should we have recorded that?" Tessa asked. "I think that's the snarkiest thing I've ever heard her say."

"You know, Yukio apparently witnessed Mrs. LeBeau be sarcastic at the class meeting before graduation," Michiko offered, "I think she saves it for when we're no longer students and she can let the mask slip."

We spent our remaining lunch time theorizing on the private life of Mrs. LeBeau. I, of course, contributed nothing of substance. I certainly didn't mention watching the principal give a blowjob to her submissive partner, who just happened to be the student teacher everyone lusted over the year previous. Lunch started wrapping up eventually, and we exchanged farewells before scattering.

"Sorry about getting you all riled up," Donna said, sweeping me into a big hug.

"No worries," I said, kissing her gently. "I'll still have at least one giant load for you later." She smiled and blushed as she set me down, and I got a round of quick kisses from the others as we went to our respective classes.

On my way out, I slipped into the unisex bathroom to finish what the girls had started. There would be no way I could last through a class period with a rod of molten hot iron burning a hole through my jeans. I stepped out of my pants and over to the toilet to start stroking. I hadn't been at it long when the door opened and someone stepped inside. Once again, I'd forgotten to lock the door in my hormone-fueled haste.

"Oh, god! Sorry!" I said, stopping my lewd behavior and trying to make it look like I was urinating in the standard male fashion. I expected either a shriek or hurried apologies followed by the door slamming, so when the door closed and locked quietly with the intruder still inside, I got concerned. The sound of heels clacking on the tile seemed to echo endlessly as they approached, and I didn't dare turn around. When a large, feminine hand reached around me to gently grasp my cock, I gasped.

"Mr. Wayne, I thought we had an agreement." Mrs. LeBeau placed her other arm around me as she pressed her superhuman body into mine. "You've always been a fairly smart young man, and I've never heard any evidence that you were abusive of someone's trust. So, imagine my shock when I see two of your very attractive paramours giving you manual attention in the cafeteria where anyone might see it, explicitly against my instructions."

"I..." My voice caught in my throat as the 7', amazonian principal started stroking my hard length very, very slowly.

"I suppose they were whispering some rather... naughty things to you. I must say, I'm rather disappointed they left you in such a state. I wagered that's why you came in here: for release." I felt her hot breath against my neck as she leaned in closer. She breathed in deeply, and my body shook as she drew her tongue from the base of my neck up to my ear. "I could hardly stand by while one of my students was suffering from such a distracting condition, now could I?"

"N-no, ma'am," I said, "I really appreciate it." Mrs. LeBeau's hand felt amazing, and I was already leaking a lot of precum.

"Obviously, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll be exceptionally disappointed with you." She squeezed my cock at the base as she awaited a response.

"Of course, mistress," I breathed, leaning back into her and allowing her to support my weight. I immediately felt something hard press against my butt and lower back, and Mrs. LeBeau sighed happily.

"Thank you for your deference," she purred, "but we both know you would make a terrible servant. Now, let's take care of this problem, hmm? I have to admit, I've been wondering what you've been hiding under here, and I am not disappointed at all."

I remember thinking that, if I had to rank the handjobs I'd received up to that point, Mom in the doctor's office would be 1st on the list, but only just barely beating out Mrs. LeBeau in the unisex bathroom at school. I was already in a highly aroused state, but being held against Mrs. LeBeau's powerful body, with her giant dick hard and pressing into me from behind, sent me into the stratosphere. It didn't take long before I came with almost painful force, my cum streaming onto the wall in huge bursts. The principal covered my mouth with her other hand, muting my crazed moans. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I couldn't do anything but cum, and it was mind-altering.

Once my orgasm subsided and I'd regained some strength in my legs, I turned to plant a gentle kiss on Mrs. LeBeau's cheek. I could see shock and desire in her hazel eyes as she regarded the giant mess I'd left on the bathroom wall, and I looked down to see her sporting a very obvious erection under her pencil skirt.

"Mrs. LeBeau, do you need some assistance?" I asked coyly. "I'd like a chance to repay your kindness in helping me out. If you needed some release of your own, I'd be happy to lend a hand. Or a mouth."

We stared at each other for a moment before we both burst into riotous laughter from my ridiculous come on. We fell into each other's arms as the complete ridiculousness of the situation hit us, laughing ourselves to tears before we got control of ourselves.

"Oh, my," Mrs. LeBeau said, "that was awful."

"I don't know what happened," I responded, "it just sort of popped out."

"For your sake, I hope you turn in better writing than that to Mrs. Hawthorne."

I noticed the principal's dick had receded back from whence it came, and I felt both relieved and a little disappointed. I looked back up to see her staring back at me with those bright hazel eyes. I did what I felt was natural and brought my lips up to hers in a lingering, close-mouthed kiss.

"I mean it, though, about returning the favor," I said, glancing back down to Mrs. LeBeau's skirt. "I don't like receiving without giving back."

Mrs. LeBeau regarded me with a sigh. "I genuinely appreciate that, but this has been enough inappropriate conduct as it is."

I nodded, she was obviously right and I understood, but I was also oddly disappointed. "Thank you for helping me," I said quietly.

"Thank you for sharing that with me," she responded, "your paramours are very lucky."

"Not as lucky as I am. I do feel bad for Liz, though."

The principal's eyebrow raised in curiosity at the mention of her submissive partner. "Why Liz?"

I smirked. "Because she'll probably be walking funny for a while by the time you're finished with her later."

I nearly fell on my ass when Mrs. LeBeau released me with an exasperated sigh. "I expect this bathroom to be spotless before you leave."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, the smirk taking up permanent residence on my face as I retrieved my pants. Right before she exited the bathroom, Mrs. LeBeau turned back to address me.

"I'll convey your well-wishes and commiserations to Miss Roberts." She flashed a wicked grin and turned on her heel, shutting the door behind her. I looked at the mess I'd made and snapped a quick picture of it. The girls would be interested in seeing the aftermath.

*****

The rest of the school day went by moderately quickly, and I was low-grade horny the entire time. As awesome as Mrs. LeBeau's handjob had been, it didn't completely quell my arousal. I blamed my excitement for that forthcoming evening and being with all my girls at once for the first time since Tanya's party. I knew I'd be focusing on Donna, but I also thought we'd have a lot of time to mingle, as it were. Mostly, I was a little apprehensive about Donna staking her personal claim on my ass and getting split in half. I was also pretty sure I would cum at least a full gallon if she managed to hilt herself inside me (anatomical limits notwithstanding) and that would be incredible.

AP Chem was my last class of the day and, when I got there, Becky and Kat Unger definitely noticed a light flush in my face. Luckily, a quick check of my body temp revealed a normal reading and I waved it off as hustling over from the other side of the building. Mrs. Sikorski was in fine form, and I found myself able to focus properly after a few minutes.

As class proceeded, I got a weird sense of being watched. I took a discreet look around, and I was surprised to catch Kat looking right at me. When our eyes met briefly, she quickly returned her gaze to Mrs. Sikorski and her notebook. That's weird, I thought. That feeling of surveillance persisted, and I soon noticed Becky also casting an appreciative eye my way from time to time. To my mild horror, I suddenly realized I was getting similar attention from the entire class, subtle glances and flashes of color in cheeks and under collars. I tried to keep my attention on the board and Mrs. Sikorski's lecture and was mostly successful. I did end up looking back at Kat and our eyes met again. This time, she kept her gaze and bit her lower lip seductively, hooking a finger in her shirt collar to give me a brief glance of her deep cleavage.