Pussy Lips

The guests sat on the sofa. Marnie sat in her chair.

'It's really finished?' Ashley asked as they got settled. 'For real?'

'No more cum-drool?' Travis asked. Ash elbowed him.

'None of that,' Marnie said. 'No sensation-sharing, no transference. It's ready.' And, with that, Marnie produced it from her pocket, and placed it on the coffee table between them. It was unceremonious, and yet there was a ripple that went through the air, hushing them.

'Who wants to try it first?' Marnie asked. 'Ash?'

But Ashley shook her head. 'Marn - this is your creation. I think you should do the honours.'

But Marnie grew a wry smile on her face, as she bit her lip.

7 - Attempt Number 4

Yesterday.

Marnie had the creation ready. She'd set up for Ashley and Travis to come over tomorrow. It was all going so well...

So, why couldn't she shake the nerves in her stomach? It wasn't simply anxiety - not that she wasn't generally anxious. It was more like excitement. The feeling that something big was about to happen.

She sat in her bedroom, the lipstick in front of her, upright on her bedside table. She wasn't even totally sure what she was doing in here - she'd convinced herself that it was to get changed after she'd gone through the effort of getting her own juices into the mixture... but that wasn't strictly true. She'd worn her same clothes for hours afterwards, as she'd made sure the alchemical process had gone ahead properly, not bothering to change. Why had she come up here to change now?

And why had she stopped half-way through?

She sat on her bedsheets, cleaned after Ash's visit a few weeks ago and not since, in nothing but her bra and a pair of pyjama bottoms. It was midday, but that was all she'd had laying around.

The curtains were drawn, and so even though daylight made its way in through the cracks, there was an intimacy to the dark that made her breathing a little shallow.

And still, she stared at the lipstick.

'Well, Ash isn't coming until tomorrow,' she said, reasoning with herself as she picked it up. She rolled it in her hand. 'Only smart to ensure it's safe.' Marnie nodded to herself. She was doing her friend a favour. A kindness. It was just the right thing to do.

So, she held the magical lipstick up, and twisted the base. The oddly-phallic stick emerged, and Marnie swallowed her nerves.

She put it to her lips and, slowly, carefully applied it. She felt the slightest buzz go through her - this was new. Or was it? Was it just that she was alone now, and more tuned in to the effects of it? Usually with Ashley, there was the general haze of her company. The distraction that was the potential of sex with Ashley. Marnie had never been able to resist her, and was lucky that Ashley suffered from the same problem. She was her best friend, her most trusted companion.

So, naturally, it was just smart to test out the lipstick first.

Marnie opened her mouth, and even the sensation of her lips parting, with a slight stickiness that ran along them made her shudder.

'Oh, God,' she said, careful not to use her lips. Talking without lips was a learned skill, but she'd been slowly developing it over the past few months.

With hesitation, Marnie licked the inside of her bottom lip. Instantly, the warm, wet sensation of it met her, swimming through her. The sensitivity of her sex, placed inside her own mouth... it never got old. Then again, she wondered if the feeling of lips on her pussy lips ever got old, either.

She bit, softly, and felt the pressure - the sweetest, smallest sting of pain, before letting go and feeling the blood rush in. It was hot and sensitive, and Marnie lay back in her bed as she continued to play. The lipstick was screwed back down, and placed on her bedside table, as she pulled off the bra - more for her own sexy comfort than anything else. It just felt naughtier to have her tits out while playing with herself, despite the fact that she wasn't doing anything with them.

Yet.

Marnie did the same as she had done with Ashley, taking note of the fact that she wasn't producing any more lubrication than usual. She wasn't able to actually tell if the sensation-swapping thing had been fixed, but she was fairly sure she'd amended the issue there, too. Realy, there was no good reason for her to be doing this, other than the fact that she wanted to.

Plus, it was her magic. She'd put the hours in, the effort. Why shouldn't she be able to enjoy it?

She lay on her bed, moaning as she tongue-fucked herself; she writhed and buried herself in her bedsheets as her actual sex got more wet and hungry - and she kicked something. There, ni the bed, something hard and-

'Ohh,' Marnie whimpered as she reached down, and gripped the sex-toy she'd used last night, still in her bed, not yet put away. It was her dildo - another of her more sexually-enchanted items. It was able to become warm, move slightly, and even 'cum' - though no liquid came from it. It would just seize up, and swell a little bit before relaxing again. She'd used it a few times, but it always made her feel a little odd as she'd modelled it on an ex of hers - one with a very nicely shaped penis.

She pulled it up, and gave it a look. It was clean, and didn't appear to have been used, and she wondered if she'd gotten it out and fell asleep without actually using it after a long day of working in the greenhouse. It was possible - she'd done it before.

Marnie pulled at the elastic of her pyjama bottoms, before hesitating. She looked at the toy before her - a deep brown, with an incredibly realistic shaping. Now she was holding it, it started to come to 'life', shifting slightly as she held it.

Marnie bit her lip, then winced at the pleasurable sting that afforded her.

Then, she brought the cock to her lips, kissing the head softly.

'Hhhhooooohh,' Marn whimpered, as she felt the head of the cock against her lips. It felt like that moment before it slipped in - that exquisite anticipation. Marnie opened her mouth a little, and took it further, her tongue against the base.

'Hoh, fuck,' she moaned before pushing it again, deeper.

Oral had always been a purely mental thing for her; with men or women, it was about the pleasure you gave, rather than what you received. She liked the feeling of doing something that would drive someone else to the edge, over into unbelievable pleasure - it was hot. Very little was more empowering than making someone cum with just her mouth, Marnie thought.

But this... this was different.

It felt good.

Like, really fucking good.

She pushed further, laying back against the pillows as she held the cock above her. It flexed against her tongue as she brought it down, the seven inches or so getting closer and closer to vanishing inside her mouth.

It felt like fucking - it felt like really good fucking, in fact. She could mouth at her own pace, let things get as sloppy as she wanted them to, and she could feel her mouth and lips like they were her sex.

'Hllkk,' she whimpered as she pushed, deep.

Face-fucking had literally never felt so good.

Eventually, she felt the tip poking at her throat, and realised that her gag reflex, while not entirely gone, was being heavily suppressed. It was like she had another pussy on her face - like not only her lips, but her mouth, tongue, throat, all of it had become an entirely new sex organ. Her head sang with pleasure as she fucked herself, moaning and writhing as she felt herself getting closer to cumming.

'Hlk-hlk-hlk-HHHLL!' she pushed until the base of the cock hit her lips - the enchanted balls pushing against her chin, flexing slightly as she kept it there. The shaft was completely inside her, the head somewhere in her throat, flexing as the cock 'came' inside her - oh how she wished she'd figured out how to make it actually cum.

Marnie's free hand had long-since gone beneath her bottoms, fingers in the wet of her sex, teasing her other set of lips. Pleasure wracked her body, and it wasn't long until one orgasm crashed into the next.

Only when that one had subsided, did she spit out the dildo. It flopped onto her bedding, wet and straining.

Marnie coughed and spluttered, her lips and chin slick with her own spittle, as pleasure exploded behind her eyes.

It was, well and truly, magical.

She panted, and wiped her mouth, and looked at the toy. She wondered how it would feel not only to have a cock in her mouth, but to be fucked like this.

Then, she remembered that Travis was coming over tomorrow.

'Psssh,' she laughed at herself. Travis had been happy for Marnie and Ash to fuck, obviously, but that didn't mean they were open-open. There was no use in hoping Travis would be willing to do anything with her, not least that. And, even if he was allowed to be with other people, there was no saying he'd want to do anything with her.

Marnie waved that idea away, having caught her breath, and grabbed the dildo. In her hand, it flexed, as she brought it to her mouth, read for round two.

8 - Present Day

Ashley saw right through her.

'What have you been up to? Are you wearing it now?!'

'No!' Marnie responded, honestly. 'I just... gave it a go. Yesterday.'

Ashley's eyes widened a bit, while Travis adjusted in his seat. He wasn't subtle, bless him. 'How was it?'

Marnie smirked. 'Good,' she said. 'Real good.'

'How good?'

'The kind of good that makes me think you'll be calling in tomorrow,' Marnie said, and Ashley sat back on the sofa. She glanced at Travis. 'You okay with that?'

'Hey,' Travis said, hands going up. 'If you want to fuck eachother silly, I'm alright with it. You've been a thing way before I got in the picture. Me being here is a privilege.'

'Not just to watch,' Marnie said. 'I hope, at least.'

'Oh?' Ashley said.

'Oh?' Travis also responded. 'Why's that?'

'Because,' Marn said, trying not to sound too eager. 'Once Ash has this stuff on, she won't want you to just be sitting there. Trust me, having a man in the mix will be... fun.'

'Huh,' Ashley said with a look at Marnie. 'Well, then,' she said, grabbing the lipstick off the table and twisting it. The stick emerged, and Marnie swallowed her excitement. 'Me first.'

Ash applied it, without much ceremony or patience, until her lips were a nice cherry red. There was, Marnie could see, the slightest sheen to them - an impossible shimmer that looked nothing like glitter, and yet there was nothing else that would get close. It was mystical.

'Mmmm,' Ashley hummed, her eyes fluttering shut. 'That's nice.'

'Hey,' Travis said, his finger finding her chin and turning her towards him as he leaned in - before she could do anything, they were kissing, and Ashley was quickly moaning into his mouth like an animal in heat.

'Mmffuck,' she whimpered between Travi's deep, sensual kisses - tongue and all - until she actually had to put her hands on his chest and push him away. When they separated, her face was flush, and her breath was shallow. She took a moment to compose herself. 'Can't do that to me,' she said.

'Was that good for you?'

Ash smacked his chest, and he laughed.

'I nearly... hoo, almost went over the edge there,' Ashley said.

'Wait, really?' Travis asked, clearly excited and satisfied with the fact he'd nearly made his partner cum from kissing alone.

She nodded. 'You should try having this stuff on then getting kissed like that.'

Travis considered it for a second, then dispelled it. 'I think this is more for you than me,' he smiled.

'Now,' Marnie said, standing and rounding the table. 'May I?'

Travis nodded, and so did Ashley. But, instead of moving in for a kiss, as they expected, Marnie lifted her hand, and pushed her fingertip to Ashley's lips. Softly, but with exquisite patience, Marnie ran her fingers across Ash's lips.

Ashley whimpered. 'Oh, godddd...'

'Shh,' Marnie said, mere centimetres away from Ashley's face. 'Just feel me,' she said. Nearly a whisper. 'Feel my touch... on your lips...'

Travis's hands found Ashley's top, and began to lift it. His lovely partner wasn't wearing a bra, so in one swift moment that only briefly broke the connection between Marnie and Ash's lips, suddenly she was topless.

And yet, for Ashley, it was her lips that were going to make her cum.

Marnie and Ashley kept kissing, their breath short, and Ashley's moans filling the spaces between them, as Travis shuffled in behind her - his hands on her chest, massaging and pawing at her lovely tits and kissing her neck as Marnie drew her closer and closer to orgasm. When Marnie's tongue slipped between Ashley's lips, into her mouth, it was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Between her friends and her lover, Ashley came - right there, on the sofa. She was half-dressed, and shuddering as moans bubbled out of her, her body shaking with each wave of pleasure that wracked through her.

As she was recovering, Marnie leaned in, and whispered something in her ear.

'You should see how good it feels to suck a cock like this.'

Ashley's eyes went wide, as Marnie pulled back, nodding at her. Travis kissed her neck again, and Ash melted into his embrace for a moment, before shifting; she slid off the sofa, onto her knees, stationing herself before Travis. He looked down at her, then to Marnie, and then back at Ash.

'What are you-'

He shut himself up as Ashley's hands found his buckle, popping it open easily. Her fingers struggled with his zip, but Travis' hands stopped her. 'So we're... doing this? The three of us?'

Marnie and Ashley exchanged a silent glance - they needed to reassure him that this was okay. He was worried about breaking a barrier, which was sweet, but he failed to see how much these two women wanted that barrier broken.

So, without needing Ashley to say anything, Marnie grabbed Travis' face and kissed him.

It was odd - this was the first man she'd kissed in almost a year, and the first with a great deal of facial hair in almost three. It was scratchy, but warm, and the undeniable masculinity of his presence was a far cry from what she was used to with Ashley. It was a whole different flavour of arousal, and she'd missed the taste.

As Marnie kissed him, Ashley pulled his hand away, and opened up his jeans. His bulge inside was significant, and Ashley knew from experience that she'd have to put some effort into getting him free of his confines.

So, she reached in through the gap in his underwear, as opposed to going down the elastic. She gripped his half-hard cock in her cool hand - which made him whimper into Marnie's mouth - and tugged it out, through the hole. His shaft was delightfully above-average length, uncut and thick. Ashley often joked to him that, with him, she'd really hit the lumber-jackpot, seeing as he insisted on dressing up in plaid and boots half the time. He didn't find it funny, but he did enjoy the way she begged for his cock most nights.

'Fuck,' Travis moaned as Ashley stroked his cock, and Marnie leaned back.

'We're all in this - together,' Marnie said. Ash laughed, and Marn looked down at her. 'What?'

'Fuckin' High School Musical,' Ashley said, before kissing Travis's cock, and whatever joke she was about to make left her head completely. 'Ohhh...'

Travis put his hand on Ashley's head, his other arm going around Marnie, as he watched Ashley's eyes glaze over.

'Mmm-fuck, mmmhffuu... hlk-hlk-hlk-' The noises coming from Ashley's mouth as she made love to Travi's thick cock were pornographic, her moans mixing with the way his fist pushed her down onto him, using her like a fleshlight that wanted to be fucked.

Each time Ashley came up for air, it seemed almost reluctant, like she'd rather choke on his cock than let it go. Marnie and Travis both watched with wide eyes, hearts thumping as they got hotter and hotter. Ashley looked up at them, a smile in her eyes, as her tongue rolled against the underside of Travis' cockhead. She came up for air, an dpre-cum dribble over her lip, onto her chin.

'How is it?' Marnie asked her.

'So good,' Ashley said, Travis's cock in her hand as she held it against her mouth, just dragging it against her mouth. She shuddered.

'Fuck you're good at that,' Travis mumbled as Ashley began to kiss his shaft, just enjoying his cock. Marnie pulled his face towards him, and kissed him again.

'Pass me the lipstick,' Marnie said.

Travis leant over Ashley and grabbed it - in a moment, Marn was putting it on, quickly and recklessly. She whimpered as she felt the effects set in, licking her bottom lip and feeling the sensuality of it rush through her.

'Fuck,' Marnie let out, before diving back in - she kissed Travis, who was all too happy to make out with Marnie's eager mouth while Ashley went back to worshipping his cock. The women moaned, whimpered and selfishly pleasured themselves with Travis as their sounding board. Not that he was complaining.

In fact, it wasn't long before he felt Ashley tense up around his cock, her lips squeezing as she worked to keep her teeth off him, going still in a way that made her almost vibrate in a tight knot of nerves. She was cumming, with only his cock in her mouth.

He looped his fingers through her hair, and pulled her off, a thick string of cum and spittle connecting her mouth to his cock.

'Whaa...?' Ashley asked as Travis broke his feverish make-out session with Marnie.

'Close to cumming,' he said.

'Cum,' Marnie told him. 'Mean you'll last longer for round two.'

'Round two?' he asked, as Ashley dove back onto his length - she took him throat-deep straight away, and almost screamed at the sensation of it. It was incredible - she sheathed him in ways she never thought she'd be able to, as she moaned in delirious pleasure while she worked her love to his edge - and over.

'Fuck- fuck- FUCK!'

He came down Ashley's massaging, swallowing throat - deep inside her as her eyes rolled back in another orgasm. Eventually, she sat back on her haunches, Travis's cock softening as it hung between his legs.

'Bedroom,' Marnie said. 'I want a go.'

Ashley wiped her face. 'Yeah...'

Travis nodded, barely thinking. 'Yup - okay.'

#

Long past midnight, Travis was lying on the bed, his legs wide, and arm over his face. He was exhausted, but didn't want any of this to stop. For all he cared, they could keep draining him dry until he died - it all felt far too good to stop.

Between his thick, hairy thighs, were two naked, sex-addled women. One of them, he was deeply in love with - she had his balls in her mouth, and she suckled on them softly, whimpering with each sensation as her magical lips translated all of it into pure pleasure inside her mind. The other was someone he'd met rather recently - a witch with a talent for naughty items. She was lazily swallowing his length, eyes shut as she wiped sweat-matter hair from her face. Both of these beautiful women were, just like him, naked and shining with sweat, bodies hot and bothered from hours of unending pleasure.

Despite the amount of attention his cock had received from these two hungry mouths, not a speck of lipstick had transferred to his flesh. The magic was perfect, and Marnie knew it.