Unblended Ch. 08

The words suddenly came to me in a flash. I reached out to turn her face to mine and looked her dead in the eye. "Donna, your cock is fucking mouthwatering." I licked my lips slowly for emphasis, and she gasped when she saw I meant it. "Show me what you do with it," I growled.

Donna's face went from apprehensive to relieved to aroused when she realized I was into her. She bit her lip as she sat on the edge of my bed while I pulled my gaming chair around to face her, grabbing my lube and squirting some into my hand before offering it to her. She took it in a shaky hand and started coating her entire length in the slick substance, and deep moan escaping from her lips as she touched herself. I smiled as I did the same, the cool lube sending jolts of pleasure through me.

It wasn't long before we were both at full hardness, and Donna's cock pointed almost straight up in the air as she slowly stroked her full length. I joined her as best I could, but I made three or four passes to her one, she had so much more to work with. Our eyes were locked on each other for what seemed like hours, both of us just playing with ourselves languidly, occasionally moaning.

"Donna, that's so sexy," I said, "do you like jerking off for a friend?"

She nodded her head. "Ace, this feels so good. Goddess, you're fucking hot, I love your cock."

"I love yours," I replied. "I bet you could fuck your own tits if you wanted."

Donna smiled wickedly. "I can, and I have, but it's nothing compared to... do you want to see what I do when I really need to cum as hard as I can?"

"Fuck, yes," I said. I'd sped up considerably, and if she was going to do what I thought she was...

Donna bit her lip again and moaned before she sat up, leaned over, and took five inches of her hard cock into her own mouth without so much as a preamble.

"Oh FUCK..." I moaned as Donna started to suck her own cock. I knew that the football team did a lot of yoga together, and that increased flexibility paid off in spades. Donna moaned wildly around herself as she performed, and she could easily take at least seven inches of that incredible dick before having to pull back. "That's amazing! You do this a lot?"

"Mm-hmm," Donna said before pulling off, "I love sucking myself off, it feels so good after a long day, when I'm super horny from being around cute girls. And guys," she added, swirling her tongue around her head.

"You need any help?" I asked. Donna's eyes went wide.

"You... you want to?"

"More than anything."

Donna screamed as I knelt down in front of her and took her head into my mouth. Given the angle and the slight curve to her cock, I couldn't get a lot of it, but what I could get tasted amazing: sweet and musky and a little nutty. I realized I needed a better angle of attack, and switched to sitting next to Donna on the bed.

We spent I don't know how long passing that massive cock between our mouths, taking time to make out around her head as we did so. Donna looked incredible blowing herself, but she moaned more intensely when I was the one sucking on her. It put my deepthroating skills to the test, and I found I could get almost 10 inches of her in me before I had to pull back. Donna pulled one of my hands over to her chest, and I hefted one of her amazing breasts before massaging the thick burgundy nipple with my fingers.

Eventually, I withdrew that hand and placed it over Donna's pussy, waiting for her to give me the go-ahead before exploring that warm cavern. When she nodded, I gently massaged her thick outer lips before returning to my knees in front of her to lick them instead. Her balls rested on my nose as I licked and sucked her pussy lips, and the screams from around her cock signaled her enjoyment of same.

"Oh, Ace, I love it! Please suck on my balls, too!" she pleaded, and I obliged. I gently sucked on each in turn, not quite able to get them into my mouth, but that seemed to be alright with Donna. Her skin was impossibly soft, and the sparse hair tickled my nose a little. I kissed and sucked on her until her body started to tense up, and which point I sat next to her again.

"Are you close?" I asked.

"Mm-hmm," she moaned, bobbing her head rapidly on herself.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth?" I offered. She shook her head, and I leaned to whisper in her ear.

"Where do you want to cum?"

"I want it in MY mouth!"

I grinned. "Do it."

In retrospect, I don't know why the Voice came out, but it did the trick, and Donna screamed as she took herself deep down her throat. I massaged her balls as she came, and her cock pulsed visibly as she flooded herself. I leaned over to suck on her shaft, and she obligingly allowed a measure of issue to leak from her mouth for me to clean up. She tasted incredible, warm and floral and sweet, like hibiscus syrup, and I started gently stroking her to assist in her climax. Suddenly, she pulled off and fed me her still spurting cock, and I swallowed her cum as it poured forth.

"Yeah, Ace," she said, "swallow me, please! I love it!"

It seemed she was at the end of her orgasm, as there wasn't much left for me to enjoy. Still, I savored every mouthful she gave, and we eventually collapsed together on the bed.

"Holy fuck," I breathed, laughing a little at the intensity of Donna's climax. I felt Donna shake a little, and I turned to see her sobbing softly. "Donna, what's happening?"

"I never thought I'd get to have this," she said quietly. "I'm too big for everyone I know, I thought I'd scare them away with this monster." I was struck by how vulnerable Donna was in this moment, how completely at odds it was with her usual assertive, confident demeanor.

"Hey," I said, taking Donna (or as much of her as I could) into my arms, "you're an amazing, beautiful woman, and I'm so happy you shared that with me."

"Seriously, I didn't know it could be so good," she replied, and she looked at me with teary eyes. "But, what if I wanted to go further?"

"We'd figure out something," I said, caressing her shaven head. "You're not super girthy, we'd just have to figure out the geometry, is all. I promise I'd try to take as much as I could." I gave her a mischevious grin. "Also, you might be a little distracted by me pounding you from behind to think about it too hard."

That got a laugh and a smile, and I suddenly felt like the luckiest man in the world. "Yeah, that's probably true." She sighed. "Still, I just wish I were... like, normal-sized. And not just for sex. I wouldn't have to wear such baggy clothes all the time, or worry about peeking out from under shorts, or popping a boner and fleeing the scene before anyone sees something." She snuggled into my arms and kissed my hand. I felt her tears falling against my chest, and I hugged her tightly,

"I bet you'd miss out on fellating yourself, though," I said. I was a little surprised when she shook her head.

"I think I'd still be able to, actually," she replied, "I'm hella flexible. Like, it's a little freaky."

"Yeah?"

"I can kiss my own balls. That takes some effort, sure, but even if I were only 12 inches, I bet I could actually deepthroat myself."

"Heh, only twelve inches..." We both laughed at that.

"Still, that sounds perfect," she said with another wistful sigh. "If I had to give up fucking my own mouth to get there, I'd do it in a heartbeat."

Donna looked up at me when I didn't say anything for a while. For the second time that day, I was contemplating opening the bag.

*****

My chief issue was that this was new territory. Hair color and complexion? No problem. Breast size and sensitivity? A doddle. Minor length adjustments? Sure. But Donna wanted some very substantial alterations made to her penis, and I didn't know how far my magic ejaculate could go. If I said I could do it and it ended up not working, she'd be devastated.

There was also the very recent backfiring of reading someone in to my whole deal to consider. While I had a much closer relationship to Donna than I did Jenny, I was still extremely leery of bringing someone else in with that utter train wreck weighing on my mind. Especially with Donna still in a fairly vulnerable state.

If it DID work, though. When Dr. Schneider very happily swallowed one of my loads, neither of us had any idea it could repair permanent (if comparatively minor) brain damage, but it did. Its ability to adjust the girls' breast and nipple sensitivity meant that it could work on the nervous system without any problems. Even further, there seemed to be other, more subtle alterations being made that I'd only just started contemplating, like the skeletal and muscular reinforcement needed to boost Michiko's physical strength as she'd observed. My own penis size seemed to ebb and flow like the tide lately, which wasn't necessarily indicative of anything. The point was: it COULD work. It could work, and Donna could have a normal sex life without finding another HT partner.

Above all else, that was the end goal: Donna wanted to be something approaching normal. I, of all people, knew exactly what that felt like, and that was more than enough justification for me.

"Donna, what if... what if I could make that happen for you?" I asked tentatively.

She laughed. "I'd probably love you forever, once the bandages came off."

"Seriously, though. What if I could do it? Without surgery?"

"Ace, don't joke," Donna said, giving me an irritated glare. I shook my head.

"I'm not. You know how Michiko's boobs got bigger last week? Like, three cup sizes bigger? Or Tanya being a little slimmer in the gut?"

Donna nodded, and she got it. "Wait..."

"The whole not-blending thing is having some crazy side effects, and one of them might be fixing other people's blends. Sensitivity, size, hair and skin color. My Mom went full Irish practically overnight. It even fixed my doctor's sense of smell that she lost decades ago."

I saw the flicker of hope in Donna's eyes, and I rushed to temper her expectations. "I don't know if it will shrink you all the way down to size, but it'll help. Would want to be smaller all around?"

Donna shook her head. "I love being an Amazon goddess, I just want a normal big dick, not a ridiculous big dick. What do you have to do?"

Here we go. "I don't actually do anything. You would have to, uh... you'd have to swallow."

We stared at each other for a moment as the gears in Donna's head spun up. "Swallow. Like, swallow swallow."

"Yeah. It's the, uh, it's that. It's special." I don't know why this got so awkward, but I couldn't bring myself to just say You need to swallow my magic cum and it will make your cock smaller in 12 to 24 hours, plus any other changes you think you should have gotten when you blended.

"Wait a second... your doctor and your mom..."

I nodded. "My life has gotten very complicated since my birthday."

"But you think it might work?" She sounded very hopeful as she completely glossed over the implications.

"Yeah, Donna. I think it will. I'm willing to give it a shot if you are."

I gasped as Donna's hand wrapped around my cock. "Ace, seriously, even if it doesn't work, thank you for tonight."

"S-sure," I said as she started stroking me, "and I'm n-not kidding about figuring things out if it d-doesn't... oh, fuck, that's nice."

"Mmm," Donna said before she moved to kneel beside the bed, "not as nice as this, I bet." She leaned down and sucked on my balls before dragging her wet tongue along my completely hard length. She pinned me to the bed with her eyes as she wrapped her lips around me and started swirling her tongue around my head, lapping up a spurt of precum as my hips bucked from the sensation.

"I love the way you taste, Ace," she murmured, her eyes never leaving me as she continued her torturous ministrations. "Let me know how I'm doing, this is my first blowjob. Well, on someone else." She moaned with me as she stroked me gently, licking and sucking on just the head, and I looked down to see her massive rod lay dormant between her legs.

"H-how long does it take you to recover?" I asked, a little surprised she hadn't started getting hard again.

"A while," Donna responded, taking a moment to stroke me. "Another downside of being so massive, I guess."

I nodded, but she returned me to her mouth before I had a chance to respond. I was so close, it didn't take much more than that before I was surging into her mouth, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she swallowed my cum. She massaged my balls to coax as much out of them as possible, and I swear her tongue was doing acrobatics around me.

"FUCK, Ace!" she said when I was finally spent. "You taste so good!"

I nodded weakly. "I'm my own milkshake machine. Evolution is a strange creature."

After a few minutes of recovery, we got mostly dressed and then cuddled in bed for a while. I felt incredibly safe wrapped up in Donna's muscular arms, and she nuzzled into my neck every so often with a sigh of contentment. She eventually asked what would happen, and I said she'd see results possibly as soon as the next morning. I also reminded her that I had no idea if it would work, but that didn't seem to matter as much now. I could tell she was pretty excited despite my attempts at tempering her enthusiasm.

"Oh!" she said, fishing something out of her bag. "Tessa gave me this earlier, is this for real?"

She handed me a folded sheaf of papers, the front page headed: ANDREW J. WAYNE COMMUNAL HAREM - APPLICATION FOR MEMBERSHIP. The multi-page form looked like a bank loan application, asking for all kinds of personal info and history, though most of it centered around dating history and sexual preferences (as in preferred activities rather than gender attractiveness).

"Jesus god," I said, rolling my eyes. Donna laughed a deep, warrior's guffaw. "I didn't authorize this, if that's what you mean."

"Oh, I know," she said, flipping to a page of small print and pointing out the DO NOT TELL ACE ABOUT THIS FORM clause.

"That girl is going to be the death of me," I said.

"She's gonna have help," Donna said with a smirk, leaning in to draw my tongue into her mouth.

*****

I must have dozed off, because it was 9:30 when I heard my parents get home right after Donna left. At 8 o'clock. Thinking I was more tired than I realized, I got up, put a shirt on, and headed downstairs. I was halfway there when I realized there were three voices talking excitedly in the kitchen, so I stopped to eavesdrop a bit. Based on the conversation, they must have gone to the country club for dinner.

"I swear, I don't know how Marie does it," I heard Mom say, "she must really be angling for a Michelin star again."

"It weren't that good," Mama groused, "I still think Ace's was better." The Great Food Rivalry was burning hot as ever, apparently.

"I'm sorry I missed that!" the third voice said, one I recognized. "You think he'd make it again?"

"I'm sure if you asked real nice, he'd do that an' more besides," Mama said. I could hear the smirk in her voice.

"Betty!" Mom chided her, and they all started laughing.

I stepped down off the stairs and into the kitchen proper. As expected, "Aunt" Denise was there with my parents, currently being held in Mom's arms. Denise Harper was an inch or two shorter than Mom and a bit thinner. She'd been a track star in high school and college, and her graceful figure came from maintaining a vigorous running regimen. Her dirty blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail, and her narrow face was slightly red from laughing (and a glass or two of wine, I'd guess).

"Have a nice dinner?" I asked, grabbing everyone's attention. Denise unhooked from Mom and swept me up in a big hug, which I returned in our usual fashion by lifting her up off her feet briefly. She smelled sweetly of berries and wine grapes, and she gave me a peck on the cheek when I set her down.

"It was excellent," Mom said, again wrapping her arms around Denise's waist, "but your mama's right, I think you've got Marie's beef Wellington dead to rights."

"Do not drag me into this," I said, backing away and accepting the glass of water Mama poured for me. "First of all, that was once. I might be convinced to try again, but only because somebody sniped the second roast out from under me!" I gave Mama a glare through narrowed eyes. "Besides, you, Mrs. Miller, and Akane-san have been snipping at each other for years and trying to one-up each other. I just want to learn to cook."

"You might just get your wish," Mama said, sipping from a fresh beer. "I might have mentioned you gettin' that job at Gina's, and Marie flew off the handle a little."

"You should have heard her!" Denise said, stifling a laugh. "'Bad enough 'e 'as to learn from YOU, 'ow could 'e learn anyzing from zat Italian pie-slingerr!' She was so irritated!" Denise's impression of Mrs. Miller was pretty good, but she exaggerated the accent a little too much.

"For crying out loud!" I said, rolling my eyes. "Can't you three Iron Chefs just fuck and be done with it already?!" Mama smirked and Denise chuckled a little.

"Who says they don't?" Mom said. Mama and I both did a spit-take at that, but likely for vastly different reasons.

*****

Mama ended up bunking with me that night, having been unceremoniously ejected from the master bedroom so that Mom and Denise could properly celebrate their new partnership. When I asked why Mama hadn't been invited, she replied "Oh, I was invited yesterday and they destroyed me. Tonight's just for them."

It was still early yet, so we ended up playing a few hands of mahjong (of all things) while we waited for the orgasmic screaming from down the hall to die down. Mama enjoyed the look on my face as I heard Mom getting incredibly verbal with Denise, and Denise giving it back just as much. Despite the very loud sexy talk, it was really nice to have some time with Mama to catch up and relax. Well, as much as one can relax playing mahjong with her. Even when their antics finally died down, we stayed up probably way longer than we should have before eventually crawling into bed and falling asleep.

The next morning, my alarm woke us up, and we immediately noticed each other's morning wood. Mama and I looked at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter at the absurdity of it. It didn't help things when we asked each other "You need any help with that?" at the same time. When the laughs died down, we continued staring at each other, and eventually I said "...seriously, though..."

Mama gave me a smirk before quietly saying "Fuck, yeah."

We kissed gently as we eased out of our clothes and sat next to each other. That kissing grew in intensity as we took each other's cocks in hand and started stroking. Almost immediately, we shifted up onto our knees and faced each other, embracing with our non-busy arms to start making out furiously. Mama kept making these soft whimpering noises as I sucked on her tongue, and we matched each other's pace.

"Damn, boy," Mama said when we parted to catch a breath, "that practicin's payin' off."

"Thanks, Mama," I said, catching a glimpse of her deep baby blues. She moaned as she closed her eyes and pulled me back into a searing kiss. She also took the opportunity to crawl into my lap, straddling me as I suddenly felt myself plunge into Mama's warm, velvety core. We both screamed as she impaled herself, and I kept jerking her off as we coupled.

"Don't stop, baby," she moaned as we started fucking in earnest. She thrust into my hand with every bounce and stopped frequently to bottom out and grind her hips against mine. That felt absolutely amazing, and it got even better when she fed one of her nipples into my mouth and then pulled me in to crush me against her boobs. I wasn't entirely sure how I was able to keep up with everything: matching Mama's thrusts, continuing to stroke her amazing dick, and devouring her thick nipples; but my brain kind of shut off and my body took over.