Unblended Ch. 14

This continuing story is based on the setting created by icedragonmo3 in their story The Blending. If you've been reading from the beginning and are still here, welcome back! You're awesome, and you know what you're in for. If not, you may want to read the first section of Chapter 1 to get the basic rundown on things. In any event, herewith follows scenes of characters of intersex gender with exaggerated proportions, oral sex, huge cumshots, cum swallowing, polyamorous relationships, incestuous relationships, erotic cybersex roleplaying, heartfelt revelations, and a surprising amount of enthusiastic acceptance.

As always, all persons participating in sexual activities or described in a sexual manner are at least 18 years of age. All characters, locations, web sites, and scenarios presented here are a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real-world people and places is coincidental.

*****

I was not elected class president. Thank god.

Amy Hauser gave me the news between first and second period, and I was so relieved that I nearly kissed her on the spot. Kate Baxter had been elected by a fair margin, though not the landslide to which she was accustomed. Amy then gave me a scare saying I nearly got elected vice president by write-in vote, apparently to serve as a check to Kate's powers as president, but thankfully I didn't receive enough to beat out Becca Morris for the job. I gave Amy a few lines about accepting Kate's win without rancor and wishing her the best.

I had let the girls know about the principal's edict against any hanky-panky at school, and after getting rightly roasted for using the phrase "hanky-panky," they agreed to help me out. I soon learned that their definition of "help" could have used some fine-tuning: as the day progressed, I received a constant stream of dirty texts promising all kinds of sexy fun. This included a number of discreet tit, dick, and pussy pics from all of them, as well as short videos of Tanya jerking herself off onto her giant boobs and of Michiko giving Tessa a blowjob, my goth princess begging me to do the same to her later as she came in Michi's mouth. I happened to receive that video on my way to lunch, right as I was passing Mrs. LeBeau in the hall. Despite silencing my phone as quickly as I could, I'm sure she heard Tessa moaning my name, because she fixed me with one of her stronger glares. I raised my hands in supplication, not realizing the now paused video was still on the screen, and my face got very red indeed as I stuffed the phone into my pocket. After a moment, the principal waved me on, and I swore I caught the briefest flash of a smirk as I thanked her and left.

Weirdly, all the naughty pics and video did help me calm down a bit as the day went on. My reaction to all of them was either laughter, exasperation, or mostly some combination of the two. The messages that came with them did most of the work, things like "Check out this boner I got you!" from Tessa or Michi asking "I know you're not a medical professional, but is my pussy supposed to be this wet normally?" Donna sent the most surprising one, a pic of her huge cock in the foreground with me and Katie Gibson clearly visible in the background and oblivious that we were being flashed. Given that we were still in that same class, it struck me as fairly gutsy.

Class work also helped take my mind off the rod of iron buried in my pants. Donna had taken my advice and tested in to Latin class. She fit right in, and we somehow got into a heated argument about food (completely in Latin, of course), at some point snapping the aforementioned dick pic without anyone noticing. AP Calculus was challenging, as usual, and Mrs. Jerome was her usual unrelenting taskmaster. Mrs. Sikorski walked us through some exceptionally violent exothermic reactions in Chemistry lab (raw sodium and water do NOT get along, at all).

My main problem through the day was everyone else. I was doing my best to keep a handle on myself (and my hands to myself), but all my other friends were clearly digging whatever vibe I was putting out. It wasn't anything extremely overt like it had been that one time in Chemistry class, but folks were definitely... friendlier: being extremely attentive in conversation, gentle arm and shoulder contact, very clear signaling that everyone was enjoying being around me in general. Becky Addison and Kat Unger were super egregious with it, and they were especially chatty through our Chemistry lab and at lunch afterwards, bracketing me at the table surreptitiously caressing me as Tessa, Michi, and Tanya looked on with wry smiles. The constant light contact was getting to me, but it also didn't help my hormones that everyone smelled incredible; like, better than normal, a rotating kaleidoscope of fruit, herbs, spices, flowers, baked goods, the natural world, and progressive metal (in Kat Unger's case). It all kept me at a moderate level of horny the entire day, though thankfully my body temp remained a steady 98 degrees and I didn't feel the need to take care of myself nearly as badly.

*****

Phys Ed was my last class that Monday, and I thought Coach Traeger might lay off a touch after the previous Friday's victory over North Brookdale, but no. The close win apparently meant more and tougher work ahead for the team's defensive players, which included me since I was there with them. I mean, sure, it looked like the d-line was having a good time running drills, but I certainly wasn't. I got bowled over pretty much constantly as I attempted to block various seasoned defenders, only to have no recovery time as Coach blew her whistle and barked out play calls. I thought I might have had a chance against Katie Gibson, as we were of almost equal weight and I was two inches taller, but she barely had to move at all to bowl me over completely.

At some point, I found myself under center facing down defensive end Willa Mortenson, who had about 3 inches and 100 pounds over me. Her large, stocky frame was well suited to holding down the center of a defensive line, and much like Tanya, what looked to be extra weight hid layers of dense muscles; Willa was the team's most dedicated weightlifter, and the word was she could easily dead lift 500 lbs already. She kept her blonde hair short, and it framed her face wonderfully.

As we lined up for the next drill, she gave me a cheerful smile which set off her clear, blue eyes. I returned it with a snarl, determined to not let her past me, and she giggled a little. Deep down, I knew there wasn't any malice in it, Willa was one of the sweetest girls in school, but my hormone-addled brain took offense and BY GOD, I was going to do something about it. When the whistle blew, I launched myself at her, only to be held off at arms length, her palm extended to make contact with my forehead. It took a little while before I realized I looked like a cartoon, swiping at Willa with her standing far outside my reach. The ridiculousness of the entire situation eventually hit me and I started laughing in between swipes. The rest of the class joined in once they saw my pathetic predicament, with Coach finding it especially hilarious.

"Ace, what the hell are you doing?" she asked between big belly laughs.

"Trying to block my assigned target, Coach!" I responded, swinging my arms wildly trying to grab at Willa and failing miserably.

"Alright, alright, hold on." Coach blew the whistle as Willa and I separated. "Try it again, and cut the comedy this time, Mortenson."

"Sure thing, Coach," Willa replied. We both dropped into our stances as the rest of the girls turned to watch us. Coach asked if we were ready, then gave another blow of the whistle. I charged forward, planning on pushing Willa down. I was only mildly surprised when I made contact and immediately bounced off of her, landing on my back with a surprised gasp.

"Oh, geez!" I heard Willa say. "Sorry, Ace! I kinda went into brick-wall mode on instinct."

"You're good," I wheezed, waving her off as I got back to my feet.

"Oh, for..." Coach recovered and blew her whistle. "Back off, Mortenson, clearly SOMEONE needs to learn how to tackle properly." There was a chorus of "ooohs" as she replaced Willa to stand in front of me. I glanced over at Tanya, who gave me a big thumbs up. "Hey! Eyes over here!"

I snapped back to Coach Traeger, and she dropped down into a defensive stance, making sure I saw how she held herself. "Alright, you want to prevent the big bitch in front of you from turning your QB into paste, which means stopping her forward momentum and preventing her from getting past you."

I mirrored her stance as best I could. "So, what, grab her and hold on for dear life?" I asked.

"No, that's holding," Tanya said from behind me. "You can't restrain an opponent that doesn't have the ball with your hands or arms in any way. It's gotta be all pushing."

"Okay," I said, "so this is a leverage thing? Like, go lower than the other girl?"

"Not too low," Willa chimed in, "otherwise it's blocking below the waist and you get tagged for 15 yards. It's really just a big shoving match."

"So, like sumo," I said, exasperated, and got a round of confirmations.

"That's a good way of looking at it," Coach said, "and yeah, you've got some... well, a LOT of disadvantages there, but that's no reason you can't show proper form. On the whistle, I want you to step in and push me as hard as you can. Try to make contact with my shoulders or chest and maintain it for as long as you can, okay?"

I shrugged and got down into a crouch as Coach grinned at me, matching the stance. I suddenly felt every muscle in my body tense slightly as the girls started shouting encouragement at me. The whistle blast startled me, and I found myself hurtling into Coach Traeger. My hands reached her shoulders first, and instead of bouncing off of her as I had been with the other girls, I saw her eyes go wide as I felt her give ground. Before I knew it, we were both tumbling to the ground, and I landed on top of her to the cheers of my classmates.

"Nice job, Wayne," Coach said with a warm smile. Our faces were millimeters apart, and our eyes locked into each other's briefly. I found myself staring into violently violet irises, and I could feel the heat of her breath on my lips. My cock instantly hardened, and I gasped when I felt it make contact with Coach's own stiffening member through her sweats. Our hips rocked together ever so slightly, and the sensation of our members rubbing together was intensely erotic. Her eyes started to shut, and my brain and hormones started arguing about whether I should kiss her or get up and away from this happily married woman as fast as possible.

"Nice hit!" Tanya called. That was enough to shake us both to awareness, and we scrambled to our feet.

"Good work," Coach said as we avoided direct eye contact and exchanged a firm, platonic handshake.

"Thank you, ma'am," I responded.

"Alright, uh, go hit the showers. The rest of you, take 10 and then suit up for practice!" She tweeted her whistle (RIGHT IN MY EAR, as usual) before jogging off towards the school. I wandered over to where Tanya, Willa, and Katie were chatting.

"Uh, hey, Ace," Willa said, glancing down at the obvious bulge in my pants. Katie also got a look, and they would have been slightly more discreet about it if they didn't immediately start biting their lower lips.

"I know," I said, resigned to whatever fate awaited me. Tanya wrapped an arm around my shoulders and started walking me back to the locker room, for which I thanked her. The other girls followed, and it was pretty hard to miss the deep flush in Katie and Willa's cheeks as they walked alongside us. The yoga pants we all wore did a terrible job of masking everyone's attributes in the best of times and, if anything, they were the opposite of helpful in my currently excited state, the skintight fabric framing my hardened member "beautifully," as Tanya would tell the others later.

When we got back to the locker room, Tanya pushed me towards the athletic office with a chuckle. "Go get cleaned up, babe, I'll keep the wolves off your back." I turned around and kissed her on the cheek before doing so, thanking her for her help. The door to Coach Traeger's office was slightly ajar, but it soon opened as Coach Andrews came through and shut it.

"Hey, Ace," she said, looking at me with a mix of mirth and intrigue.

"Hey," I said back. "Is Coach Traeger okay?"

"Are you okay?" the soccer coach asked back, sitting down at the table in the communal area.

"Yeah," I said, nodding, "a little embarrassed, maybe, but no harm, no foul."

"Just embarrassed?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Obviously not," I said, "what's with the interrogation?"

"I caught Jolene when she came in and she told me what happened," Coach Andrews finally explained. "I wanted to get your side of things."

I shrugged. "She was showing me how to block, I guess I took her by surprise, and I landed on top of her. I'm a hormonal teenager, it got about as awkward as one might expect, and I think we learned something about each other that we weren't expecting."

Coach Andrews nodded as I explained, a smile forming on her face. "Yeah, that tracks. She's going to report it to the principal, sounds like Mrs. LeBeau has been asking your teachers to keep an eye out for weird stuff happening?"

"Yeah, the whole 'not blending' thing is having some, er, side effects."

"So I've heard. Rebecca said she'd never seen anything like it." She noticed my look of confusion and hastily added "Mrs. Sikorski. She told me about an incident from last week." I was surprised I didn't already know my chem teacher's first name.

"Seriously, though, is Coach alright? I've been getting the sense she's got a lot going on right now, I don't want to add to it."

Coach Andrews pursed her lips and tilted her head. "She's been a little distracted, lately, sure, but I wouldn't worry too much about it. Really, the close contact rattled her a bit, you know how she is around students. I'd just give her a bit of space for now."

I thanked her for explaining and stepped into the shower to get dressed. I decided I could shower when I got home, and I'd have the benefit of Tessa being there with me. Even so, I was still pretty horny, and when I saw Tanya getting uni'd up as I left the athletic office, I made a beeline for her.

"Hey!" she said, concern playing across her face. "Everything okay?"

"Inter-personally, yes," I said, wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing against her. "I was wondering if I could kiss my girlfriend and take the edge off. I'd like to get to my medical appointment without being so distracted I crash my car."

"Ooh," Tanya said, grinning as she ground against me, "Coach got you all hot and bothered, huh?"

"Mm-hmm."

"You're gonna fuck Tessa's brains out later, aren't you?"

"Mm-hmm!"

"Okay, I'll help you out, but you have to trust me." She licked my lips before stepping away from me.

"I mean," I stammered, "of course, I trust you, but, uh... scusi?"

"Hey, Willa! Can you help me out with something real quick?" My eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as Tanya spun me around by the shoulders.

"Sure, what-" Willa said, answering Tanya's call as she walked around the lockers and directly into me. She stumbled and started to fall into me, and I reached out instinctively to catch her. This had the effect of pressing us back into Tanya, who held her ground and reached around me to also brace Willa. I was suddenly between two large, soft yet muscular women, and Willa's face turned bright red as she realized what was happening.

"Hey," Tanya said, "do me a solid and stay right there for a sec." She started grinding into my ass, and I could feel her dick hardening against me as mine pressed into Willa's thigh. The look on the blonde lineman's face made it clear she was super into this.

"O-oh!" Willa gasped, her hands dropping to my hips.

"How's this, lover?" Tanya whispered into my ear, loud enough for Willa to hear her as well. "You like being sandwiched between two big, beautiful women with huge boobs and hard cocks?" I tried to say something, but my voice came out in a squeaky whistle, so I just nodded. "Mmm, I thought you might. Michi told me about you, her, and Tessa doing something like this, but I bet it wasn't this... cushiony."

Willa smiled at me, touching the tip of my nose with hers briefly before giggling. "You smell amazing." It looked like she wanted to say more, but she turned away a little instead and giggled some more. It would have been super endearing if I wasn't getting aroused beyond the capacity for rational thought.

"I know, right?" Tanya sighed, drawing a deep breath through her nose, and she reached behind Willa's head to pull her lips into mine. It was a short kiss, I think Willa was just as surprised as I was that Tanya did that, but it was nice. Without any warning, Tanya stepped back and spun me around before pulling us all back into that soft embrace, her lips meeting mine swiftly and aggressively. Willa started nibbling at my ear as Tanya and I exchanged a bit of saliva, moaning into each other as the familiar feeling of lightning passed across my lips. Eventually, the girls parted, and I tried my very best to recover my senses.

"I, uh, what, um." I was pretty incoherent as Tanya turned me around, gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek, and then pushed me towards the locker room exit.

"Have fun at your doctor's appointment!" Tanya called after me. "We'll talk later!"

"You are evil!" I heard Katie say behind me as I shuffled out.

"Nah, I figure it'll save the doctors some time. Besides, I'm sure they would appreciate a larger sample than usual."

*****

I got to the clinic without incident, somehow, and my appointment progressed fairly swiftly. Dr. Seaver could tell I was in a highly aroused state and mocked me mercilessly for it, which actually helped quite a bit. This was only my second time being examined by her, but we already had an easy rapport established. She continued to give me crap when we got to the penile exam, and she made a point to handle me at arm's length "in case I set you off, you perv." That got me laughing pretty hard, and Dr. Seaver concluded the exam shortly after.

As she said her goodbyes, Dr. Seaver informed me someone would be in to help gather a semen sample and to get ready. The way she said it (and the way she wagged her eyebrows at me) suggested I remove the surgical robe. I'd barely gotten it off when Dr. Helena Morrison entered, the plump doctor immediately taking my hard cock in hand as she thrust her tongue into my mouth. I really was on a hair trigger, but Dr. Morrison was fully prepared with an oversize sample container. I ended up filling the container as she stroked me off, and she took a wet cloth to wipe my head clean before sealing the container. I was ready to keep going, but Dr. Morrison shook her head. "Save it for your girlfriend," she said huskily, "we'll see you on Friday." She placed a lingering kiss on my lips before taking her leave, and I was again left wondering what the hell had just happened.

The drive home was quick. Somehow, I was still incredibly aroused even after cumming once, and I was rock hard for the entire drive. Tessa was waiting for me when I pulled into the driveway, and she led me through my house and up to my room. She slowly disrobed, then helped me get out of my clothes. Her every contact with my skin sent that lightning coursing through my veins, and my cock was already a mess of precum when her fingers finally wrapped around it.

"Oh, poor baby," she cooed, gently stroking my length as she pressed into me, "someone's been getting teased all day, and it feels like giving a sample to his super hot doctors didn't help at all. Does someone need to explode into his cumslut girlfriend's mouth?" I nodded my head and moaned as Tessa's filthy language drove me over the edge almost immediately. Before I knew it, I was blasting off into her wide open mouth, Tessa eagerly swallowing my cream. After the first few shots, she clamped her lips around my head and started sucking the life out of me, moaning with me through my entire climax.