Back to Normal and pushing the envelope

You and Stacey lay there for a while, neither of you moving. You wonder if she's waiting for you to make the first move. You lean over and put your hand on her stomach, now rippling with muscles. "So, do you want to continue?" Stacey lifts her head and blinks at you. "Like this?" She's genuinely baffled. You flush beet red. "No, I mean, no!" You look away. "Well, I mean, it wasn't bad..." you stammer. Stacey gets what you're saying. She grabs the marker and writes on you, "Clean". In a flurry of changes, you're suddenly yourself again, your body restored to its previous state. Stacey then repeats the process on herself, scribbling onto her body. She changes back as well, shifting from a towering, well-hung amazon to a b-cup yoga instructor.

"So, what did you think?" She asks once the changes had reversed themselves. You lay back and think about it. "Honestly, I'm not sure. It felt good, better than anything I'd ever done as a man." You pause. "But at the same time, it was, a little too weird. I don't know if I would do it again. But I am glad I experienced it. You?" You glance back over at her. She has flushed bright red. "I did enjoy it, but it was too strange. I always imagined having a cock, but it's a lot of work. And it was messing with my mind. That last time, I wasn't thinking at all, all my thoughts were just about flooding your womb with cum." She turns an even brighter shade of red. You look away too, your face the same color. "Me too," you say. "While I was a girl, you were using me like I was a sex toy, and I didn't care. I just wanted it too badly." Stacey's lip trembled a bit. "I was that bad?" She asked, almost remorseful, but mostly just aroused. You roll your eyes at her. "Keep your panties dry. I'm not saying I'm up for it."

Your cock evidently has other ideas though, growing on your pelvis, till it hangs over your stomach. Stacey smiles at it, then glances back at you. "I guess I did orgasm," you mutter, "But it was as a girl. So I never came." Stacey flops back on the bed. "Well, I'm a bit too sore for more right now. Can we take a break?" You nod in agreement. You both roll to your sides of the bed and start getting dressed. "So, what do you want to do next?" Stacey asks, pulling on her panties. You shrug, grabbing fresh socks from the drawer. "I have no idea."

And neither of you comes up with any ideas. You finish getting dressed and walk to the kitchen, both answering the growls of your stomachs. A light breakfast didn't provide the necessary calories for a morning of fucking and shapeshifting, you supposed. But as you opened the fridge, Stacey says something interesting. "I don't think I can keep waiting for Olivia to work overtime. We should use the marker on her." You turn around. "What?" Stacey sits down at the table. "Yeah, just think of it. We can write something on her like, 'Doesn't hear the sound of sex' or something like that. Then we can screw each other's brains out all night, every night, without worry about waking her up!" You arch an eyebrow. "Or we could just write, 'No one can the sounds I make unless I want them too,' on ourselves." Stacey pauses, rubbing her chin. "That's true."

She looks down at the table and you realize she almost looks disappointed. You sit down across from her. "Stace," you say, your tone inquisitive. "I was just wondering," Stacey said, still not looking you in the eye, "Liv is my friend and I want to share this power with her. And also," she traces a shape on the table with her fingertip. "Think of all the other things we could do with three people." You lean back, intrigued. Stacey looks up now, her eyes wide with enthusiasm. "You could have your own harem, starting with me and Liv. Or you could give her a cock and use her to sandwich me." Stacey takes a short breath, her chest heaving in a most appealing way. "Or you know, what else we think of."

You smile at the thought. Olivia had always been off-limits to you, but she wasn't bad looking. She had bigger breasts than Stacey and was generally curvier. She was also plumper too, with a little bit of belly fat that Stacey sometimes tried to grab and pinch. You always wondered what it would be like to cuddle with her, or rest your head on her pillowy thighs. You also thought about some other things- but you had always felt those unfair to Stacey. But now that Stacey was opening that door, you let it open just a hair, letting in a sliver of new possibilities.

At the same time though, it was risky. What if Olivia tried to take the marker for herself? What if she was secretly a pervert and she overwhelmed you two? What if she had some kind of crazy fetish that was dangerous? There were too many unknowns. So you looked for an excuse to shoot the idea down. "I don't know, Stace. That wouldn't be fair to you. Giving me a new girl and you not getting anything. Unless you want something else?" Stacey shook her head. "Trust me, it would be fine. I actually think the idea of being sister-wives to some kind of powerful man is really hot." You smile cheekily. "Sister-wife, eh? So does this mean I can knock both of you up." Stacey glared at you. "I'm not ready for that, I told you. But I would be totally fine with you fucking another woman, as long as you still made time for me. And if she was nice to me, that would also be good." You rub your chin, thinking. You're starting to like this idea more and more. "Alright, I suppose we can try it. We can always just erase her memories if she doesn't like it."

Stacey nods. "So we'll try it when she gets back?" You think about it. "I suppose." Stacey smiles wide. "Thank you, Finn!" Then her smile turns a little, suspicious. "Also, before we continue, can I say one thing?" You flinch. Oh shit. Here it comes. Whatever it is, it's going to be bad. I'm gay, or transgender, or I prefer you as a woman, or I cheated on you. You brace yourself. "I broke the rules!" Stacey said, perhaps too loudly. She slaps her hands on the table and bows her head. "Please forgive me." You blink. "The rules?" Stacey lifted her head, nodding. "We agreed that I could write five things on you, but I cheated. I wrote 'Cute, Biological Woman', 'DD-cup breasts', I made your breasts as sensitive as your nipples and your nipples as sensitive as your clit. Then I made your pussy elastic, made it so it wouldn't hurt when you lost your virginity and that you would orgasm when I came inside you. That's seven things."

You almost shrug it off, when suddenly, you get an idea. One you never thought in a million years would be even remotely possible. "Okay," you say. "I'll forgive you." Stacey smiles cautiously. "But," you interject before she can speak, "I want to write something next." Stacey nods. "My body is at your disposal." You nod. "Oh, it will be. But I don't intend to write on you this time." Stacey's face darkened. "And no cuck stuff," she whispered. "What?" You ask. "No cuckolding," she replies sheepishly. "I don't want to masturbate in the closet while you plow a bunch of bitches, even if you use the marker to make me like that." You smile gently at her. "Oh don't worry- that's almost the polar opposite of what I'm planning." Your smile turns feral as you reassure her. Stacey nods, trembling a bit. You wonder if it's because she's scared or aroused. Or both, you chuckle to yourself.

The two of you spend the rest of the day trying to relax, but you can't and neither can Stacey. You watch something on Netflix but you can barely pay attention. Finally, 8 o'clock rolls around and Olivia texts Stacey. "On my way back, getting Chinese," she writes. "You want anything?" Stacey shows you the text. "Just egg rolls for me, you write." Stacey quickly texts back. "Since she takes the subway, that means she's probably going to that wonton place right around the corner." Stacey gives you a sultry look. "So, what are you going to do?" You rub your chin. "That's a surprise," you say, keeping your expression level. "But I'm certain you'll like it." You give her a flirty wink near the end. She flushes a little.

"Here's what I need you to do Stacey." You continue. "For the foreseeable future, we're going to lay down some new rules, as I'm not going to write anything on you, unless you want me to. I want you to follow them exactly. Got it?" Stacey nods. "Sure. What are they?" You hold up a finger. Rule 1 is that while you're in the apartment, you will follow all my orders no matter what they are." Stacey's lip trembles a bit, but she manages to nod stoically. "Anything else?" You nod. "Nope, that's the only ground rule. Now, as my first order, I forbid you from wearing any clothes in the apartment besides your panties." Stacey turns bright red. "What? But Liv?" You laugh. "I'll handle that. You have nothing to worry about." You cross your arms. "If this is too intense, I can ask for something else." Stacey mentally debates it within herself for a second, before glaring at you. "My pride as a pervert is on the line. I'll do it." You gesture to her. "Then strip." Stacey looks over at the clock. "Now?" You rub your chin. "Uh huh. Unless you want Liv to walk in on you peeling your clothes off."

Stacey grits her teeth and begins stripping. She peels off her light jacket and tosses it over a chair, then goes for her comfy shorts. They are shapeless and gray, but she makes her sliding them off seem almost erotic. Then, down to her sports bra and panties, she yanks off the top and stands before you, topless. "There," she says, her face flushed with pride and something else. "Now, I'm going to put my clothes away." She goes to turn, but you put a hand on her shoulder. "One more thing," you add. "No using the marker until I've had my fun." Stacey gives you a pained look, before nodding. "Okay, fine," she says with a note of disappointment. You follow her into the bedroom, grab the marker and watch her put away her dirty clothes, admiring the plump firmness of her beautiful ass. Just then, you hear the lock start to turn. Olivia was here! Quickly, you spring into action.

"Stay put," you order Stacey. Then you hurry out into the kitchen and open the door. Olivia stumbles in, her arms laden with shopping. "Hey Finn," she remarks. "Where's Stacey?" You gesture to your bedroom. "She's changing." Olivia nods and takes a seat. You stand by the table, looking her over. For the first time, you really takr the time to appreciate her. She's a bit chubby, with a layer of flab on her belly that was easily pinchable. She also had large, pillowy breasts and thick, squishable thighs. She was wrapped up in creamy skin and her raven hair accented this, a sweep of black that contrasted nicely against her skin. She never wore much make-up, but her face was cute. If she lost twenty pounds, she would be an absolute knock out, though you might prefer her this way. "Finn?" She asked, looking you in the eye. "What's the matter with you. You look like you're about to come out as gay, or tell me you have dick cancer."

Your expression must have been weird, as she snorted in laughter. "Aah!" She called. "Your face, it's so good!" You frown. "Alright fine," you mutter, pretending to be ****. "I wanted to ask you a favor." Olivia shrugs. "Ask away. But be quick, my chicken's getting cold." You lean down and rub your hands together. "Stacey's been kind of sore recently, and I've been researching how to massage people to see if I can help. So, can I rub your shoulders?" Olivia gives you a curious look. "Uh, I suppose." She takes off her jacket to reveal the white blouse she wears underneath. "Just try not to hurt me, okay. Unlike you're girlfriend, I spent 8 hours on my ass." She laughed a bit at that and began opening the bag of chinese food, pulling out little plastic boxes and the foldable paper containers. As she did that, you circled around behind you and produced the marker. Then, gently pulling down the collar of her shirt, you write, "Asleep" on her neck. Immediately, Olivia collapses forward. You manage to grab her. "That was close," you mutter. You glance over to see Stacey poking her head around the corner, the rest of her body hidden. "What are you doing?" She hissed. You wave her away. "I have plan," you retort.

You quickly pull down Olivia's shirt some more and write on her shoulders, "Doesn't think there's anything wrong or abnormal about public sex between couples" and then, just to cover your bases, "Doesn't think there's anything wrong with being naked around others." Then, to cover your track, you write, "Won't remember anything from the last minute." Then you cross out "Asleep." Olivia jolts back up, you supporting her. "Olivia?" You ask her, pretending to be concerned. Olivia blinked, then turned around and looked at you. "Sorry Finn, I spaced there for a second. Were you saying something?" You shook your head. "No. I just grabbed you, you looked like you were about to pass out." Olivia laughed. "I'm not that tired," she mused. "I do need more sleep though, I guess." She shrugged and then gestured to the table. "Well, I got some for you. Come, sit." You nod, turning your head. "Stacey, come here! There's orange chicken." Stacey poked her head around the corner again. "Really?" She asked you. You nodded. "I told you Stacey, I'd take care of it." You say, with greater insistence. Stacey swallows hard and then steps out, her bare breasts and almost entirely naked body fully revealed.

Olivia does nothing. She just arches an eyebrow and smiles cheekily. "Is 'it' birth control? Did the condom break? I certainly hope not, as this apartment is too crowded for three people and a screaming baby." Stacey gives you a confused look. Instead of responding, you sit down. "Come on, it'll get cold." Olivia has already started tucking in. "Come on, Stace. I'll eat your fortune cookie if you don't sit." Stacey watches the two of you start eating. Olivia barely glances up, and when she does, there's no sign of anything resembling condemnation. Meanwhile, on your face, you're resisting the urge to grin lecherously at her nearly naked form. But you do your best to keep your expression neutral. After a moment's hesitation, she sits and you all have dinner together. You do your best to make the dinner as aggressively normal as possible. Olivia doesn't think anything is normal, so it's easy for her. But watching Stacey try carefully not to drip sauce onto her bare thighs or black panties while her nipples are half-hard on her chest is almost too much to bear.

Still, you manage to resist. After dinner, you suggest a movie. "As long as it isn't something I have to think too hard about," Olivia says. "Wait, can we watch that one action movie again? The Running Man?" You and Stacey both agree, and while you put it on, Stacey sits on one side of the couch and Olivia flops down onto the other. You sit between them and wrap your arm around Stacey's bare shoulder, and then the movie starts. As it begins, you pause to softly kiss her cheek and neck occasionally, then move up to nibble on her earlobe. Stacey is struggling to control her breathing, while glancing back and forth between you and Olivia. Olivia has barely noticed the whole situation, staring at the screen, her hand tracing the raised lines on the couch's armrest. This whole situation, it reeks of taboo, you think. Your cock is rock hard, threatening to rip a hole in your faded sweatpants.

Now, for the moment of truth. You have faith in the marker, but it's still scary. You look over at Stacey. "Can you give me a blowjob?" You say, loud enough that Olivia can hear. Stacey looks mortified. Olivia rolls her eyes. "Really? Now?" You swallow hard, trying your best to keep your tone calm. "Just turn it up if we start bothering you." Olivia grumbles, but says nothing more. Stacey looks at you again, still scared, but now a little reassured. She slides off the couch and kneels on the carpet before you, her hands reaching up to your waist. She, with a little help from you, slide your sweatpants down to reveal the bulge in your boxers. With equal dexterity, she slips her fingers under the waistband and pulls the soft fabric down to your knees. Your erect cock shoots up then flops forward, already dripping pre. Stacey glances over at Olivia, then when she doesn't react, Stacey goes for it. She arches up and comes down on your cock, grabbing the shaft and attacking the head. Her tongue bathes the head all over, slurping up your pre and sending incredible tremors through your whole body. Then she shoves the shaft into her mouth and begins sucking.

You groan at the sensation. She's merciless. She must be embarrassed, and is trying to get you to cum as soon as you can. You struggle a bit, trying to hold yourself back, but Stacey is actually really good at this. Her hot throat and the tightness of her lips sucking you, it's too much. "Drink it down," you say through gritted teeth, before letting out a soft, "Uuuuh." Stacey gurgles at the sudden burst in her mouth as you cum. You hear a gasping sound for a second, before her throat works and she pulls herself off your cock, strings of spittle coming off her lips, connecting them to your cock. "Let me see," you order her. She opens her mouth to reveal a white-dabbed tongue. You laugh gently. "Excellent."

Then, pulling the marker from your pocket, you write on yourself, "Rapid recovery from orgasms." Stacey kneels down for a second, almost getting ready to get up when she sees your cock already starting to get hard once more. She gives you a look halfway between horror and arousal. "Round two," you promise, getting up and taking your pants and underwear off, throwing them into the corner of the room. You stand and take your shirt off, tossing it with the rest of your clothes. You pat the spot where you were just sitting, gesturing for Stacey to come up onto the couch. She starts to stand, but you shake your head. "On your hands and knees." Stacey gives Olivia another look, who only glances your way for a second, then turns the volume up.

Stacey clambors onto the couch on her hands and knees, her silk-shrouded pussy facing Olivia, her face towards you. Her hands rest on the armrest, with her head just above waist level. You stand before her, completely naked, your cock throbbing. You stroke your girlfriend's face then slap her across the face with your cock. "Keep going." Stacey doesn't immediately react, but after a second's hesitation, goes back to licking the head of your cock. You're already half-hard by the time she starts that and as she slips half your length into her mouth, you're fully erect again. This time, however, you're not letting her get off easy. You thrust into her mouth, catching Stacey off guard. She gags on your cock for a second. You keep your cock in her throat for a moment, before pulling back to let her breathe. Stacey gets the idea and lowers both her hands to the armrest, using them for support. With her body precariously perched like this, she needs to focus on keeping herself upright.

You exploit this, reaching down and weaving your fingers through her shoulder-length brown hair. You shove yourself into her throat and begin to fuck it like a pussy, starting slow then going faster and faster. Soon your balls are slapping her chin as you pound her mouth-pussy. Stacey suck a bit at first, but once you start, she just focuses on trying to grab a breath in between thrusts. You up the tempo some more, until Stacey is gasping, trying to suck air past the obstruction in the way. The movement in her throat is addicting and you pound her even harder. She starts trembling and teetering, tears beginning to pool in the corner of her eyes as saliva soaks your cock and balls. You don't stop though. You go even faster, until you reach the tipping point. Then, instead of exploding down her throat, you drag your cock out of her sweet, wet mouth. Stacey gasps for breath and you unload, drenching her face in pearly white strings. She heaves for breath for a second as you paste one eye shut and get some in her hair.

You take a huge breath of your own and sit down on the floor, while Stacey flops on the couch. Even with the marker, you're still tired. Back to back orgasms really are tiring. Meanwhile on the other end of the couch, Olivia looks over at you guys. "So, you two finished? Are we actually going to finish this movie? Because if you guys don't want to, I've got sleep that I could be catching up on." She sounds a bit irritated, but her tone is light enough that you can tell she really doesn't mind. Stacey, on the other hand, does. She suddenly remembers what just happened and glances around, the cum on her face glistening in the blue-white glow of the TV. She is completely shocked and even in this poor light you can tell, absolutely mortified. Olivia looks Stacey over again then shrugs. "Ah fuck it, why not. It's not like Finn doesn't have enough to distract him."

She stands up and starts unbuttoning her work shirt, undoing the white buttons to free her huge, squishy breasts, barely contained by a lacy black bra. She then pulls off her sensible gray pencil skirt, to reveal a matching pair of frilly panties. You stand up, your cock hardening again. "Daring, aren't we?" You comment. She glares at you. "I don't mind you looking, but don't do it while Stacey is right there, Finn. It's rude." You nod. "My apologies." You sit down on the couch next to Stacey, pushing her over a bit, so she's squeezed between you and the armrest. "Let's make a deal," you whisper to her. "I said I wasn't going to be writing anything on you tonight, but I'm changing my mind. If you let me do it for free, I'll make it quick. But if you don't, we're continuing until we reach the number you gave me, plus the additional two phrases, plus one more." Stacey mouthed confusedly, "One more," her eyes fixed on Olivia's underwear clad body, her face flushing with embarrassment. "For the extra one you took," you continue in a whisper. "So, what do you say?" Stacey extends an arm. You reach down, grab the marker from where it fell and pull yourself back up. Then, grasping the arm, you wonder what you should write. You can't write anything too weird, nothing that Olivia would notice. So you write, "orgasms when creampied" on the underside of her arm. Then, as a bonus you write, "extra sensitive clit".

She has no idea what you've written, as she was looking at Olivia. You smile at that fact. This isn't just about her fucking you- this is **** for her using you like a toy. You need to remind her who is in charge. Some small part of you protests, saying it wasn't that bad, it even felt really good. But you hush that part of your brain. You have to reassert control. Stacey is more perverted than you, but she's also submissive. You just need to prove that you're the master. So, on your own arm you write, "Vibrating cock- controlled at will".

Then you grab Stacey's wrist and whisper in her ear, "Ride me, facing the TV." Stacey nods and shifts upward, lifting herself using the armrest. You move underneath her ass and let her ease herself down onto your cock. She hisses a little as your erection grinds against her clit on the way by. "Is something the matter," you whisper to her. "No," she grunts. You keep hold of her wrist so she can't tell what you wrote. But you leave the rest of her body free, resting your hand on her ass as she begins to ride up and down on you, clenching her muscles as she does. It feels heavenly. And despite her embarrassment, she's clearly aroused, her pussy juices dripping down your thighs and pooling between your legs. You let her grind up and down your cock before smacking her ass lightly. "Speed up," you barely say.

She begins to bounce up and down, your cock going in and out. She is clenching her teeth as she goes up and down, a tension building in her legs. She starts going faster, and you switch both hands to her waist, guiding her up and slamming her back down. She's slapping against you, pussy juice splattering the couch as she rides your cock like a bucking bronco. "Finn, I can't-" she manages to moan. You understand and take the lead, thrusting up into her. She keeps bouncing, but her movements are weakening. You pick up the slack, pounding up inside her. She moans and clenches down on you. You cum inside her. And instantly, an orgasm over takes her. She is not expecting it and screams, shuddering around your spraying cock. She clamps her hands over her mouth as she spasms around you. You just pull her down and hold her there, painting her walls white.

You take a huge breath and sink back into the couch, still buried in Stacey's pussy. You glance over at Olivia, whose nipples are poking through her bra. She notices you looking and raises an eyebrow. "It's a natural reaction, Finn. I can't help it. You could though. Next time you want to watch a movie, can we actually watch it?" You shrug insincerely. "Sorry." Olivia gets up and gathers her clothes, giving you a great view of her bubble butt. "Forget this," she mutters, turning off the TV. "I'm not risking getting cum in my hair. Good night." Olivia walks away and once you hear her door shut, Stacey slumps against you, her hands falling by her side. "Please Finn," she moans. "I can't take it anymore." In response, your twitch your cock inside her cum-flooded pussy. It has begun hardening again, and she nearly screams again. "I think you're lying," you say, shifting your arms around her and lifting up her legs. You shift her into the position she had put you in that morning, her legs up, knees near her head, pussy exposed to the world. You shove yourself deeper inside and switch on the vibration.

Instantly, Stacey begins yelling. "Wait, Finn! I'm too sensitive!" You ignore her and begin thrusting upward, pounding her pussy. Cum and her juices spray out with each thrust as you pound away at her. Each thrust inside tickles her clitoris, making her spasm in your arms, even as it stretches her insides, which suck greedily at your cock. You drive upward, smashing her pussy as hard as you can. She starts begging you to stop, then to go faster, then begins moaning animalistically. You just came, so even though you're hard, you're not going to cum immediately. But she is. She orgasms around you, her sweet folds milking your cock again. You keep thrusting up while moving her body up and down, slapping in and out of her pussy. Her orgasm just begins to die down when you feel your balls tightening, pressure moving up the shaft. "Give it to me!" Stacey manages to yell. You explode inside her, sending her flying into another orgasm. She screams, tears flying from her eyes. Cum sprays up into her even as it trickles down your cock.

After four straight orgasms, you finally feel satisfied. You write, "Clean" on both of you and pull Stacey off your cock. She tries to beg for more, but all that comes out is slurred words and a few mumbles. You ignore her and walk her to the bedroom. You lay her down on her side and tuck her in, then lay down yourself. Setting your alarm for fifteen minutes before Olivia gets up, you put your head down on the pillow. You mean to say something to Stacey, but cumming that much evidently took its toll on you, as the second your head hits the pillow, you pass out.