Unblended Ch. 10

"I was too busy jerking off to take notes," she eventually said meekly.

"Oooh," Michi said, "Ace is in a big star's personal spank bank!"

"Not just Ace," Jenny added, which got a round of "ooooh!"s from everyone.

At the next break in conversation, Tanya took a moment to ask the room their opinions on the various Monster Hunter weapons, which led to a vibrant discussion about Monster Hunter itself, which then led to a broader discussion about video games in general. While I wasn't surprised to learn that Jenny was a huge gamer when she had the time (she used to stream whilst scantily clad before her career took off), I was surprised to learn she was also playing through Nioh 2.

"Hey, Ace is playing through that with my older sister!" Michiko said.

"Sweet! What build are you running?" Jenny asked.

"Onmyo single sword and spear," I said, "but that's mostly just for New Game. Michi's sister and I are really into action RPGs and Warriors games, and she's a history major with a huge hard-on for the Sengoku period, so getting historical context for why Nagamasa Azai might have been willing to turn himself into a yokai is part of the fun."

"That sounds pretty awesome, actually," Jenny admitted, "I'd watch that stream."

"Especially if they were getting blowjobs at the same time," Tessa said to the enthusiastic agreement of the room, Michiko especially.

"It's an idea," I mused.

*****

Tanya took my ass twice that night.

The first time was just after we logged off the ultimately vibrant chat session. Tanya and I started making out, slipping our robes off and kissing whatever flesh we wanted. I was busy sucking on her tits when she slipped a finger into me. I gasped at the sensation, and my cock twitched as she played with my ass.

"Oh, god," I gasped, my hips rolling with her finger thrusts. "You wanna fuck me baby?"

"I want to make love to you," Tanya said softly. I kissed her deeply and then laid on my back as she started applying lube generously to my ass and her cock. It didn't take much to slide into me, and she gasped uncontrollably as I flexed my muscles around her heavenly girlcock.

"Fuck, Ace," she said dreamily, "you feel so good."

She slowly pushed all the way in as my ass swallowed her easily (thanks, magic anatomy), and we started kissing once she bottomed out. Our bodies remained pressed together as she made slow, deliberate strokes, and we continued kissing the entire time. This was no furious rutting session but as pure a form of intimacy as I'd ever felt. I was going wild for Tanya's dick, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I wanted her to fuck me into the ground, but this gentle lovemaking was exquisite. We stared into each others eyes as we coupled, whispering encouragement and endearments to one another as we approached a climax together.

"How is it?" Tanya asked in a sultry tone.

"I love it," I whined, "I feel so full, your cock fits perfectly."

"You feel amazing, I've wanted this for so long, I'm almost there..."

"Cum with me, baby! Cum inside me!"

We came together, Tanya flooding my ass with her seed as my cock painted us in thick white. We never stopped kissing as our bodies rocked together in blissful harmony. I caressed Tanya's face as she whimpered through the massive climax. She eventually rested her entire weight on me as her orgasm ebbed, and the pressure of her body on top of me was comforting. Our passionate post-coital makeout session lasted for a while, but eventually Tanya rolled off to my side and we snuggled in to try and get some rest.

That lasted for all of half an hour, because eventually we were stroking each other and attacking each other's mouths again. I was so horny, and Tanya was matching me hormone for hormone.

"I need you to fuck me," I said with a growl. I wanted to get railed hard, and Tanya readily agreed. I flipped onto my hands and knees and she promptly started rimming me, moaning into my ass as she licked up the remnants of our previous lovemaking. She growled as she ate me, apparently ravenous for my butt. I was so caught up in the sensation of her tongue pressing against my tight star that I almost didn't notice her wrapping her hand around my cock.

"I wanna feel you cum again," she breathed, massaging the outer ring of my anus with her tongue as she jerked me off quickly. I pushed back into her as I started thrusting into her hand, begging her to make me cum. She responded in kind, urging me on and picking up her stroke pace before sliding a finger back into my ass. When I felt her lips wrap around the head, I lost control and came, my cock releasing waves of seed into her waiting mouth. It was a weird angle for me, as she held my dick almost straight out behind me to stroke me empty, but it still felt great. I looked back and caught the enflamed look in her eyes, and she smiled when she realized I wasn't getting any softer.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned into the pillows, "stop teasing me."

"You want my cock?" Tanya said, her sultry voice making my cock twitch.

"I need it," I whined, wiggling my butt at her.

"Fuck, baby," she moaned, "your ass is so pretty." I felt her slide up behind me and, without any preamble, thrust her rock-hard member deep into me. After three excruciatingly slow strokes, she grabbed my ass tightly and started pounding me, and I mean pounding. My face pressed into the pillows, which was good because I started screaming like a banshee. This was a level beyond anything I'd experienced, either with her or the other girls, and I was in utter ecstasy. I loved the raw force that Tanya poured into owning my ass, the feel of her cock filling me powerfully and my ass swallowing her, the sound of her hips making contact with my cheeks and her giant tits bouncing with every thrust. As usual, she didn't say much, preferring to moan and grunt and to let her body speak for her. On the other hand, I was shouting a constant stream of filthy encouragement into the pillow, especially once I approached another huge orgasm.

Tanya must have felt my body start to seize, as she picked up the pace. She started screaming herself as she railed me. I was so close, and I felt her chasing after me, so I just started saying "Don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop" over and over until our voices united in a tremendous crescendo. With one hard thrust, we were exploding again, my ass receiving another huge load of Tanya's cum while I made a surprisingly giant mess of the bed. This one seemed to last for a long time, and my vision started to blur and darken as my brain overloaded on the intense sexual pleasure. I felt Tanya withdraw from my ass before she flipped me over and kissed me savagely, drawing my tongue into her mouth and attempting to suck it right out of my skull. We collapsed together onto the bed and kept on making out, the voraciousness of our makeout slowly tapering off as we descended from our orgasmic heights. Before I dropped off into dreamland, I remember shifting my body to have as much skin-to-skin contact with Tanya as possible, intertwining my legs with hers and locking my arms around her. She did similarly, and we were practically a single entity once we were finally settled. We were a gooey, sticky, obscene mess, and I couldn't have felt happier about it.

*****

The next morning, after exchanging places in the shower with Tanya, I wandered out into the kitchen where Jackie was making breakfast. We greeted each other warmly, and I got a soda before taking a seat at the table. Sure, it was barely 8AM, but I needed a little stimulant to feel human after the previous evening's marathon.

Once the fog began to clear, I took a moment to look Jackie over. Her purple robe was cinched tightly around her incredibly thick, curvy figure, but she seemed a little slimmer. Her hair had shortened, as well, and had gotten seriously fluffed out and kinky. Obviously, my ejaculate was at it again, and I had a sudden pang of guilt for not warning her about the possible effects beforehand.

There were three plates piled high with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast when Tanya entered, taking a moment to kiss both Jackie and I good morning before sitting down next to me and starting in. Jackie smiled at us as she sat on the other side of me and did likewise. Having waited for the two ladies to begin, I joined them in demolishing the tasty meal.

"I love your hair, Mom!" Tanya said, and Jackie smiled as she patted her very floofy new hairstyle.

"I do too! I woke up and it was just like this! Honestly, I haven't worn it like this since college, but seeing it again, I want to keep it." She looked at me with a wicked grin. "I heard you were good, Ace, but I didn't realize you were this good."

I was depositing a chunk of scrambled egg when she said that, and I just froze in shock. I slowly removed the fork from my mouth and chewed thoughtfully, wondering how to broach the topic without freaking her out.

"Don't worry," Tanya said after a moment, "I told her about what your cum does to people before you got here last night. She'd been wondering about where my gut went, and I told her everything. I figured she should know before she grew three inches and got a second dick or something."

"Hey!" I protested. "There is no evidence it could do that!" I was a little relieved that Jackie had known something might happen, but I still should have said something first.

"Wouldn't that have been something," Jackie said with a cackle. "I gotta say, though, last night was wonderful, I honestly felt like a teenager again and I slept so well afterwards! You two really ran me ragged!" She placed her hand over mine and fixed me with an affectionate look. "Thank you for sharing yourself with me."

"Likewise," I said, not nearly as smoothly as I would have liked.

"Just don't try to weasel your way into all of our date nights," Tanya said with a smirk.

"I'm sure we can work something out," I said helpfully, immediately getting giggles and kisses from both women.

My phone chose that moment to start singing the chorus to Suffragette City. Tanya and Jackie both waved me off, and I went to answer it. "Hey, Mama, what's up?"

"Mornin', Slick!" Mama's voice was bright and cheerful as it always was in the morning. "You think you can tear yourself away from your lady friend to make a 9:30 tee time?"

"Sure! You need a lift to the club, or am I meeting you there?"

"Yeah, I could use a ride. 'Sides, I figured you'd come back to change, anyway."

We set the details and said goodbye, and I returned to breakfast.

"What's up?" Tanya asked, mild concern on her face.

"Nothing bad," I said, my reassurance easing her mind instantly, "Mama booked us a round at the country club. It's likely our only chance this month and October may be too cold and wet to go again before the course closes for the season."

"You golf?" Jackie asked, sounding pretty interested in this development. Tanya, on the other hand, looked extremely dubious.

"I mean, recreationally. I can usually keep the ball on the fairway, it's more mother-son bonding time."

"Does that mean it's something like what Tessa walked in on yesterday?" Tanya asked. I gave her the strongest glare I could muster as Jackie snorted into her coffee.

*****

When I say I'm no athlete, I'm mostly telling the truth. I have never been interested in sports with a lot of physicality to them, much to Mama's disappointment. I did all the usual youth sports when I was younger: soccer, little league, hockey, summer basketball, even lacrosse in a bid to get me to follow in Mama's footsteps. None of it took, not necessarily because I was bad (though, honestly, I should never be allowed near a hockey rink for the safety of myself and others) but because I never bought the lie that athletic achievement in team sports was its own reward and I generally had a bad attitude about it. Luckily, my parents were smart enough to recognize what was happening and didn't push, though I did get into a LOT of trouble when I started making fun of the stupid jocks that actually enjoyed that stuff. Like all young kids, I was kind of an asshole until my brain developed.

However, I found that I really enjoyed certain individual sports that didn't require a lot of intensive training of the casual enthusiast. Why sure, I'm a billiard player, certainly mighty proud - I say, I'm always mighty proud to say it. I love bowling, vastly preferring candlepin to 10-pin like any self-respecting New Englander but enjoying both. And then, there's golf. The Game of Kings, A Good Walk Spoiled, etc. I definitely appreciate being out on a course in cool-to-warm conditions, snarking and being snarked in turn for bad or unlucky shots, and generally having a grand old time hanging out with my parents and one of a rotating cast of their golf buddies.

It was a perfect 68 degrees as we arrived at Boulder Ridge Country Club, and I lucked out with a parking spot near the clubhouse. Knowing the gear heads that worked the club's valet services, there was no way I was letting them anywhere near the Green Arrow (still not the right name). Boulder Ridge was on the higher end of New England golf courses in terms of both difficulty and amenities, and was a stop on the PGA and LPGA tours occasionally. Unlike other nationally-renowned courses, however, it was not a hyper-exclusive club, and basic membership was super cheap. My parents had been members for years and made frequent use of the course, though for different reasons: Mama was a golf nut as were the members of her unit, and they visited regularly to take a crack at the challenging course; Mom, being a contract attorney, used the links as both social space and negotiation room. As such, both were scratch golfers and knew the course well, so I usually got smoked when I played with them.

Mama and I strode into the clubhouse in matching outfits: light grey golf shirts, capris for me and a skirt for Mama in MacArthur family tartan (chiefly green and black with yellow highlights), and similar tartan saddle shoes. I had a green ball cap while Mama had her matching tam o'shanter. I'm sure we looked like quite the pair to everyone, and I heard Mom laughing when she saw us. I looked to see here waiting at the reception desk with Denise, and I was pretty excited to learn this would be a family outing through and through. They were dressed as normal golfers, as opposed to the dorks that joined them.

"I never get tired of seeing you in that," Mom said as Mama wrapped her up in her arms. They exchanged a loving kiss, and Mama leaned over to accept a shorter one from Denise.

"So, you have no shame either, I see," Denise said, turning to me. I smiled and pointed to my hat.

"Aye," I responded in a terrible Scottish brogue, "I dinnae wear the hat."

"Nae respect in the wee lad, it's disgraceful," Mama said in a shockingly good Morningside accent. In addition to being purebred Texans, Mama's family traced its roots back to the old Clan MacArthur, thus our wearing the family tartan. I could never figure out when the family name changed, and got no help from Mama or my aunt and cousins on the matter.

"Shall we?" Mom said, hefting her golf bag, and we proceeded to the first tee. "Ace, keep score for us?"

"Sure thing," I said, grabbing a card and pencil on my way out the door. We would be hoofing it on that gorgeous morning, given the weather, and the very full cart corral indicated we wouldn't be the only ones. The course stewards ran a very tight ship, so we'd only have a few minutes to wait before we could start off. I noticed Johnny Seaver over at the caddies' station and gave him a quick salute. He shot me an inquisitive look, and I stepped over.

"Playing a round with my parents," I said, then took a quick look around before leaning in and dropping my voice. "And their girlfriend."

"Oh wow," Johnny replied, giving me a winning smile. "That's pretty awesome."

"When did you start here?" I asked.

"Two summers ago," he replied, "I get comped green fees every so often, it helps me stay in practice for the golf team."

"We have a golf team? I didn't know that!" I was a little shocked as Johnny confirmed it.

"Yeah, Coach Traeger got it started last year and didn't make a big deal out of it. Try outs are in February, you should come out! I mean, if you're comfortable competing."

"Yeah, I'll think about it," I said. We said our goodbyes and I returned to a set of smirking adults.

"Who's your friend?" Mom asked.

"Johnny runs the other game at D&D Club, he's pretty cool. Actually, I'm going to start seeing his mother as my primary physician starting tomorrow."

"Why the change, if you don't mind my asking?" Denise said.

"Medical ethics," I said flatly, getting a laugh from my parents. "I suspect things might change again once I'm less of a medical mystery."

Denise gave me a curious look before giggling herself. "You are dangerous, young man."

"Tell me about it," I sighed.

*****

It was a fantastic round. We all chose the moderate tees for this game, even though Mama and I generally played the long tees. The first few holes went by without hysterics as everyone got warmed up, and everyone was playing to enjoy themselves rather than to win, which was a relief to me.

On the fifth hole, a long par 5 that split in the middle, Denise and I ended up playing to the left and my parents played to the right. As we went our separate ways, I thought I might use the opportunity to do some discreet investigation.

"So," I said casually, "how are things with you all going?"

Denise sighed happily. "So good. We've been seeing each other for a long while already, but something about making it official makes me so happy."

I nodded. I knew Denise was a straight shooter, so I decided to get right to it. "Mom said you're on the fence about moving in?"

Denise gave me that curious look again as we approached her ball. "She told you about that?"

"After I practically dragged it out of her," I admitted. "I can tell when she's got something heavy on her mind. The, uh... the blowjob I gave her right before may have lowered her guard a bit."

Denise snorted. She didn't respond right away, with the excuse of examining her lie and choosing an appropriate club for her next shot. She lined up on the ball, glanced down the fairway, then took her swing. It was a fine shot that sliced a touch to the right, landing further down the fairway. We picked up our clubs and headed for my shot about 20 yards away.

"Hey," I said, "if it's none of my business, feel free to tell me so. I was just curious."

"No," she said eventually, "it's not that. I shouldn't be surprised you can read your parents like that. It's... you're looking at colleges right?"

"Sure," I said.

"If you ended up going to the same school as the girls, or another school close by, you'd probably want to move in with them, right? If you could?"

"Absolutely, no question." We had arrived at my ball, and I grabbed the 3-wood from my bag. I looked down range towards the green, which I could just barely see around the copse of trees that split the fairway, lined my club up, and took a big swing. There was a satisfying contact of club and ball, and we watched my shot soar across the fairway to come up just shy of the green. We set off again, and Denise picked up the thread.

"When I was growing up, I was the youngest of five and I had no privacy. Even once my siblings all graduated high school and went off into the world, my parents were very protective of me, to the point of being incredibly invasive. They wanted me to go to the local state campus, and I wanted to get as far away from them as possible. TL;DR: I had to work my way through college and law school completely on my own. Which meant finding ways to save money, which meant roommates. Luckily, I met your mom and Belle, and we clearly liked each other enough to stand being in close proximity to one another for extended periods."