And it's spreading.
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"Sexpert." I was a counselor on relationship advice, couples, and sexual behavior. But "sexpert" sounded so clever to people.
That's why they called me in that Sunday morning. It was short notice, but I'd done it before- mainly talking to an audience of housewives looking to spice things up a bit for their man. I could sleepwalk through those things, I'd done enough appearances like that.
What really kept me booked was having that nice "sexpert" look. You know what I mean: smart and sexy. I work out, keeping my tummy thin and my legs in shape. I kept a good tan, and dammit, I just looked good. My hair is nice, dark, and thick, and I've got the right mix of my dad's Mediterranean looks and mom's delicate Scandinavian features passed on to me.
I wasn't the "it girl" of sex therapy anymore, though. In my mid-forties, I'd moved on enough to be considered a MILF, if anything. I wasn't a mother, though. I'd never married, though I'd certainly had my fair share of male companionship. Having a those Mediterranean good looks from my dad certainly helped.
I was going to have a date that weekend. My latest boyfriend, Rob, was supposed to pick me up and together we'd drive to a cabin we rented. But he didn't pick me up and didn't even respond to my calls. Only after countless texts did I get some poor-assed "sorry" text message. Literally: "sorry" (without the period). I was pissed. I went to the cabin alone with all the wine and food I had prepared. I got more than a little drunk, and through Friday night and Saturday I was so horny and angry that I basically masturbated and slept most of the days away.
The vibrator I brought along to spice things up (read: make sure I got off) ended up being my only companion.
And I could be naked. The cabin was removed enough that, while it would be fun to spend the day naked with someone else, it was relaxing enough to do it alone.
And that was my day. Around 10:30 I got a text from Paul, one of the local TV news producers. I made the rounds to most of the local stations at least once a year giving relationship or sex advice. It was a bit odd to get something that late, though.
"Are you awake? Please call ASAP."
Ah, Paul. He wasn't the most thoughtful guy (what if I was sleeping?) but he also was pretty straightforward and easy to work with. I lay back on the sofa and figured what the hell, so I called him. I stayed naked. It always gave me a little thrill to be naked on the phone, the other person having no idea. Innocent fun.
Paul picked up quickly. "Catalina, how are you?" He sounded pretty awake for getting so late.
"Great," I said. "Just surprised to be hearing from you this late."
"I know, but we've got a special segment tomorrow morning that we could really use you for."
I never really could turn down a TV appearance. "What's the topic?"
"It's... what can I say, kind of like the 'free love' thing? Poly- poly-whatever."
"Polyamory," I said. "Multiple partners in a relationship. Not exactly the same thing as free love, though."
He exhaled loudly into the phone. "Well, it's... complicated. I can... really fill you in... more tomorrow."
I frowned. "Why so vague, Paul?"
That time he let out a short laugh. "Big story about to break, and I can't,,, spill it. You know how it is."
I sat up suppressing a smile. "Ooooh, is this a big tabloid story?"
"You could say that," he said. "It's big."
"Well I'll be there."
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I made good back time in from my cabin. It was a Sunday morning program and those started a bit later, so I considered myself lucky. I was able to get home, get dressed and do my makeup before heading down to the studio just in time. I looked good- I had to. I was the "sexpert," and I needed to be "sexy." The heels, of course, without hose so I could show off my well-tanned and well-toned legs. A skirt that was just the right medium between professional and provocative, and a blouse that I could unbutton a bit and put some necklaces there to call attention to my chest without overdoing it. It was all calculated.
The parking lot seemed full, but I was surprised to find security gone. The place felt deserted. It was really strange.
I called out hello, and then I felt my phone ring. Paul.
"What's going on?" I said as I answered.
"We're already live. Head to the set, we'll work you right in."
I frowned. "What about makeup, and getting my mic set, and-"
"We've got it," he said. "Just head down there." He hung up.
I shook my head as I put the phone back into my purse. Whatever. My heels clacked through the empty halls as I made my way to the studio. I could hear something going on in there at least, but it was so strange to see everything so... dead.
Opening the door I was blinded by the light. "Here we go, our resident expert is here to give us some insight on the situation. Catalina, come right on out."
I was blinded, but I moved forward through the light. It looked like they had done some redecorating, moving some couches together. I recognized Madeleine's voice- I'd heard it on the local news for years. Odd, since she was mainly an evening anchor, I thought. I was out under the lights, cameras moving to record me, when I noticed it.
She was totally naked.
They were naked. Phil, her co-anchor, sat next to her.
I froze.
"Holy shit," I said. I stood dumbfounded on the stage. What was going on, I wondered. What sort of weird shit did they call me in for?
I felt hands at my waist. I looked to my right and a younger woman, in her twenties, with long brown hair looked up at me. "Hey," she said. "Relax, it's okay."
I felt nervous, but her words calmed me some. Then I saw she was naked.
"Really, relax," she said. She had big brown eyes and an innocent smile. "We'll explain everything." She pulled me forward and my legs began to move again. The woman guided me to the couch opposite Madeline and Phil and we sat down together. Me and three naked people, apparently on TV.
I stared. I stared at Madeline and I stared at Phil. She was full, about my age but curvier with fuller breasts, thighs, and a bit of a tummy. Blonde, both on her head and down where I never dreamed I would see, hairs just peeking up. She sat with her legs crossed, dignified like this was a real professional interview, and with purple toenail polish. And Phil sat, legs open. Thirties, I guessed, and he kept in shape. And his cock was out, and he made no effort to hide it.
I sat there just looking around at them wide-eyed. "What the hell...?"
"Not quite what you were expecting, eh?" Phil asked me. Then he laughed. "Look at all we've got going on here!"
It looked crazy. "What kind of show... are you doing here?" I shifted uncomfortably in the sofa. I eyed the younger naked woman to my right, scooting away as she sat just a bit too close for my comfort.
"This is a public service announcement," Madeleine said. She made no effort to hide her breasts. She was totally nonchalant. "There's something going around. They call it 'The Change,' and it's liberating people."
"Liberating?" I asked. "What do you mean?"
The woman next to me turned more to face me. "Sexual freedom!" she said. She had energy, and it almost visible in her perky breasts. She was full of movement. "Adults who are exposed lose their inhibitions and their negative emotions. Jealousy, hate... gone. And disease! Gone! Everything!"
I furrowed my brow, so confused. "That sounds... crazy."
Madeleine nodded. "I thought so, too." She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, showing me a better glimpse of the blond hair between her legs. "But I felt it. And one of the researchers shared some of their test data. It really works!"
I was amazed at how confident they were. And how different. How did they think they would have careers after this? How was this even going to be aired?
"Is this for cable?" I asked.
"We're broadcast," Phil responded. "Live."
Carrie gently put a hand on my shoulder. "Watch," she said, and the large screen behind us turned on. We watched Carrie, fully clothed, walking around the streets of a suburb. Then she was in her underwear, following a naked man. He was attractive in a plain way, with a decent-sized cock, I noted- but why was I thinking of that right then? Then Carrie was naked. A shot of her butt walking up stairs. An overlook of a typical backyard, but packed with naked people. People laughing, eating, talking... and fucking. The man from earlier in the video then fucked Carrie from behind. He came in her. Then she had another lover. Then she had multiple lovers, surrounded by people, touching, grabbing, kissing, stroking-
My jaw dropped.
I looked right. Carrie was beaming.
The video cut to Madeleine at the news desk. Carrie and the man were off to one side. Then cut to Carrie sucking Phil's cock on the news desk. Then Madeleine, the man standing at her side, before she took his cock into her mouth. Then fucking- Carrie straddling Phil on the desk while the other man fucked Madeleine from behind. It was only a few seconds before it cut to Madeleine fucking an older guy, and then to her stripped naked and mounting Phil like Carrie did earlier.
I looked from the video the news staff. They all smiled broadly.
"Why..." I started, words tough to get out. "Why am I here?"
Carrie put her hand on my knee- one of my "naked" parts. "We want you to guide people through the Change."
"But I'm not "changed," I don't even know what that means," I said.
"You're changing," Madeleine said. My eyes drifted over her legs and breasts before settling on her face. "You were exposed to it when you entered the building."
My face wrinkled up. "I'm not- I'm not going to do THIS!" I said, waving around with my arms. I was a sex therapist, not a slut! Not a stripper! Not a whore! I stood up. I was leaving that madhouse and never coming back.
Then Carrie grabbed my arm. I turned to look at her, into her eyes. She moved slow. I could have done something. Her head tilted. I closed my eyes. Her lips met mine and pressed gently. I felt her tongue slip through, just a bit, briefly touching my tongue before pulling back to her own mouth.
The world spun. I almost fell over. But Carrie was there, and she held me as I righted myself. I was still a little dizzy, but I could stand. Carrie looked at me and smiled. It was easy to see why she could be in that video. She looked beautiful.
The video. I was so warm between my legs. And wet. My god, I thought, I was wet. And suddenly aware of it. How I was really, really horny.
Carrie tilted her head. "You feel it?"
"Yes," I whispered. How couldn't I?
Madeleine stood there, too. Her curves and confidence radiated sexuality. I chuckled a bit; Madeleine didn't really trim her pubic hair. I'd have to talk with her about that.
I stared at them. They were sexy. Incredibly sexy. And just seeing them made me... get even wetter.
"I'm not a lesbian," I said defensively, almost to myself. "Or even bi."
Madeleine shrugged. "Not yet, at least." She winked at me. "I wasn't either, but..." Her hand reached out to grab one of Carrie's butt cheeks.
I looked at them. "Are you going to...?"
Carrie laughed and shook her head. "We're a little tired, but we have a surprise in store for you."
From around the corner, two silhouettes came into view. A man and a woman, both looking to be in their twenties. Both totally naked, of course. The man was tall and lean, with a good amount of muscle. No six-pack, but he still had a firm stomach. And looking down further, a half-hard cock surrounded with trimmed black hair. He had a shy smile, but he couldn't be that shy if he was naked and excited.
And the woman. She was between Carrie and Madeleine in her body type, thin with wide hips and breasts slightly larger than Carrie's. The woman was a pale blonde, with blonde hair that went almost to her shoulders, which was in a wild look with strands of hair standing up or hanging down in her face like she only used her fingers for a comb. She had a strong jaw and deep-set eyes that gave her a strong, powerful look. And she used it, with a sly grin that told me exactly what was coming ahead.
The two walked to stand next to each other about six feet away from us. Phil walked over between them and put his hands on their backs. "These are two of our interns, Kayla and Chet," he said. He turned his head to Kayla and they exchanged a brief but passionate kiss. To do it so casually made it clear that they had already been together.
Now it was my turn.
Chet and Kayla were there for me.
Madeleine reached out and grabbed my hand. "Are you ready to embrace the change? To bare yourself and join a new world?"
I eyed the cameras. Jesus, even the cameramen behind them were naked. I would be recorded. The videos wouldn't just be Carrie and Madeleine anymore. I would be televised. My body exposed for all to see. And... I would touch and feel... I would have a video of me sucking cock out there. Fucking a man, seeing his shaft go in and out of me... I looked at Kayla. And maybe more.
I was so wet. Almost shaking. My body answered. "Yes."
It was decided.
Carrie put her hand on my waist. "We're going to go sit and watch you join the party." She leaned in close and whispered, "Have fun."
She joined Madeleine and Phil as they walked to the other couch and cozied up together, Phil in the middle with the women leaning in on him. Flesh on flesh, nothing hidden.
Then it was time for Chet and Kayla.
I stood there, waiting. Chet walked up to me, eyeing me up like meat. And he was meat to me- I salivated looking at his waking cock. He put his hands on my shoulders and then slowly moved them inwards. To my chest, and to the buttons of the shirt. Slowly he unfastened each button, breaking the seal of the clothing I hid behind.
I was so torn. Part of me still recoiled in fear, wanting to run instead of being exposed on live TV. The other part of me just wanted to get the damned thing over with so we could continue. To do it. To fill my aching emptiness...
But I stood. Kayla came over and looked at me. Her eyes gave me a naughty look, and her strong chin made her smile even more teasing. She placed her hands out, cupping my breasts through my bra. She stared at me wordlessly, her mouth just opening. She held me for a second and kept staring before leaning in to reach around my back. Our faces were inches apart and I felt her warm breath on me as I heard the click behind my back. The tension in my bra loosened, and Kayla pulled back with my bra in her hands. The straps brushed my arms as the material moved forward, and then the support for my breasts disappeared entirely. Kayla looked down at my bare chest and teased with that smile again before stepping back. My breasts were fully exposed, dark purple nipples and all, to Kayla, the cameramen, and the world.
It was sexy as hell. I'd been topless at a few beaches before, but I'd never done it so publicly and sexually.
"You're beautiful," Kayla said.
I blushed like it was the first time I'd heard those words.
Then I felt Chet behind me. Even through my skirt I felt his cock bump up against me. His hands moved around me to fondle my breasts. I sighed and rolled my head back, appreciating the movements of his hands and fingers on my breasts and nipples. I could've just let him do that all day, but after a minute or two he stopped. I was almost as tall as Chet with my heels on. I leaned back to kiss him, but he had moved. His hands moved down my stomach and found my skirt, then my zipper. He pulled the zipper down and grabbed the material by hooking his fingers under the waist. I was surprised when I realized he had grabbed my panties, too. He pulled down, and there I was.
My black bush of hair was suddenly free. Rob said he wanted to shave me that weekend, so I let my hair grow longer and- Well, I was embarrassed. My skirt and panties fell down my legs and I was fully exposed. The cameras moved in, my eyes nervously looked around...
And then I locked eyes with Kayla.
"Beautiful," she said.
And the embarrassment was gone. I stood naked, proud, and sexual. I turned and leaned back on Chet's shoulder. The last bits of my clothing had pooled around my feet, and I used Luke to support me as I slipped out of my shoes and the fabric. Electricity jolted through me as my second bare foot hit the floor, and everything that was hiding me was gone.
"I'm free," I said with a smile.
Kayla sauntered up to me. "Not yet."
Then she kissed me. That was the match that lit the fire.
I'd never seriously thought about kissing another woman, at least not for my own pleasure. Carrie kissing me earlier was a surprise, and very brief. If a boyfriend asked me to kiss a girl, maybe, but... I found myself reaching for Kayla, grabbing her and pulling her close. Our breasts pressed against each other as our tongues swirled in each other's mouths. A flash of heat between my legs told me how much I suddenly wanted, NEEDED her.
My hands took on a life of their own, and they were all over her. I pulled back just enough to caress her breast in my hand. Our kiss parted for a moment as we stared at each other with a side glance, smiling wickedly. We knew where we were headed. And I loved it. In a flash I realized how much in denial I was, and how my little musings on bi-curiosity over the years were telling me something that was true. I looked at Kayla and I knew that I wanted to taste her, and for her to do the same for me.
Her hand cupped my breast. She moved her fingers and pinched my nipple, sending ripples through my body. I kissed her harder, her hand moved away from my breast, and then I felt her- between my legs! A brush on my lower lips, but it sent electricity all through me. I opened my legs. I wanted her there. And then she was there. Gently, softly she caressed my labia, massaging a way inside. I had stopped kissing and I just found myself making a gentle noise.
I stood naked in the studio as an intern held me close and fingered me. The camera moved in, surely trying to show as much of me as possible: my breasts, my legs parted, lips penetrated, Kayla's finger sliding in... And somewhere, someone at home was getting off to it. The only thing that could have made me wetter was for them to be right there with us, watching this beautiful blonde play with my pussy. It was unthinkable and wonderful, and I wanted more.
"Lick me," I whispered.
Kayla smiled. She took her hand away for a moment and then gently pushed me back to one of the couches. I lay back slowly, and Kayla angled my legs open while I did. Behind her, the camera moved closer. Everyone could see me, my hairy pussy, exposed. Life was going to change. But by that point life had already changed, I realized.
Kayla lowered her sweet head down between my legs. I shivered in anticipation as she slowly drew herself to my sex. I could feel her breath before I felt any touching. The waiting drove me mad. She looked up at me, her light blue eyes hovering over my dark patch of hair. "You're beautiful," she said.
I smiled and laughed lightly. "Thank you."
Then I felt the unmistakable pressure of her tongue on my folds. A few licks, and then in, parting to get to the hot wetness within me. To say I blacked out would be an understatement. It was an orgasm, loss of thought, of control, of everything. It was like my body exploded and reformed, all because of the vixen who kissed me down there.
God, I love it when vixens kiss my pussy.
Things slowly came back into focus. I could see Kayla was on her hands and knees at the edge of the sofa, her blonde hair moving with her head as she passionately made love to my pussy. "You're the best!" I said. "The best!"
She responded by changing up her rhythm, giving more pressure on my clit and teasing with her touch. It was her first time, but from what she did I thought she had many female lovers before.
I saw the cameras again. I wanted to share this. "This is... the best," I said to the cameras, eyes locking on the lenses staring into my heart. "When you... When you feel it, just go! Go with it, oh God!" I was getting hot and sweaty under the lights, but I didn't care. It felt too good.
Chet walked by, his cock at full attention. "Oh. My. God." I needed to feel what cock was like with this change. I wanted him, too.
He walked over to me, and with a gentle smile offered his cock toward my face. I was greedy and grabbed it, pulling him closer to the sofa. I sucked his cock like my life depended on it. It was so sexy just to be there, pleasuring, being pleasured...
The camera was there. I looked at it and smiled. "Guys love this method." I grabbed the base of his prick to guide his shaft, focusing on the head with my tongue. My other hand massaged his balls, stimulating as many areas of him as I could.
"Oh yeah..." I heard Chet sigh. "How does it feel to be- well, I guess we're like porn stars now, right?"
"Hell yes," I said, moving his cock out of my mouth for a moment. I stared at the camera. "I love sucking cock. I don't care who knows anymore." A shiver went through me as Kayla made me feel so goddamn good. "Fuck, I don't even care whose cock!" I went back to Chet and attacked him, his head sliding back as I did my worst to him.
Of all the times I described how to have better sex, now I could finally show it, I thought. Now I could finally be free. Sucking cock, getting my pussy licked... All in full view of anyone that cared. But I didn't have a care in the world.
All too soon, Chet pulled back. I missed his cock for a moment, but then I watched him move behind Kayla. He stroked himself and got down low. He prepared to enter her as she continued to lick and love my pussy.
"Oh yeah, fuck her," I said. May as well talk like a porn star, I thought! "Slip that pole into her hot, slick pussy!"
Chet exhaled as he slid inside Kayla. "Oh yeah, is that professional advice?" he asked.
"Fuck yes it is!" God, Kayla felt amazing! "But save some of that cock for me!"
"You bet I am," he said. "I've watched you every time you've come in here..."
His pace in Kayla picked up, and I felt her face push gently to me as he thrust away. "You thinking about me as you slide in that pussy of hers?"
He grunted. "Thinking about you both." His face slackened for a moment as he felt the pleasures of Kayla's body. "But I can't wait to get inside you."
The words, the sensations, the emotions... I let out a long moan as my body shook. The whole world tumbled. Everything went black, and the last thing I remember was feeling so, so good...
I was in heaven.
Of course, it was a heaven on Earth. I came to my senses again a few minutes later. I looked to see Chet taking Kayla more vigorously from behind, Kayla now standing and leaning over the arm of the sofa, still facing me.
"-you keep going?" she asked. Her breasts swayed up and down with their thrusts, bring me back to full consciousness with fires of desire that I never knew were there.
"All day, baby," Luke responded.
Kayla's body continued to sway up and down. She shook her head to the side to move some blonde strands out of her face. Her eyes were mostly closed and she didn't notice I was watching her. "Going to fuck her like you fuck me?"
"Uh-huh."
"Going to give her a shot of your love deep inside?"
"Oh yeah," Chet said. "Just like for you."
"Just like for me," Kayla said. "Mmmm, you're the first man I've ever let cum in me, Chet. I hope it feels as good for her... Mmmmmm..."
"Mmmmmm!"
That was me! Without even thinking, my hand went to my pussy. I touched myself as I watched them screw, my body acting on its own. Kayla looked up at me and smiled. I was sweaty and had my legs splayed wide open. The hair, the makeup, all of that was gone... All that remained was the beauty of being human, of being sexual.
"So beautiful," Kayla said.
It was like our thoughts were one.
I moved up and kissed her, channeling my fire into that kiss. I felt the movement as Chet collided with her and got wetter thinking about how that would soon be me. We were all one, together, sharing the wonder of sex.
"Your turn," she whispered to me. I trembled thinking about it. I smiled at her, and then walked around. I watched Chet thrusting into her, and then saw him lusting at me as he watched my body. I moved with grace and sensuality, knowing that he wanted me more than anything. Knowing that I would have him and he would have me, his skin to mine, blending into one.
I kneeled down and flashed a teasing look up with my eyes. I watched him slide in and out of Kayla, his cock shining from the juices as it darted out before disappearing inside of her again. I reached out and gently moved between them. Chet understood and slowed to a stop. His cock eased out, and my hand wrapped around him. With another teasing look up at him, I guided him to my mouth.
Salty. Tangy. Wonderful. Tasting Chet's cock covered in Kayla's juices set me off. I sucked him as I toyed with my pussy, reveling in how free I was to enjoy my body and the bodies of my new friends. My new lovers.
But I wanted more. Chet was disappointed as I let him slip from my mouth, but he livened up when I guided his shaft back into Kayla. I wanted some of her in my pussy, too. I wanted us together.
A few thrusts and I pulled him back out. With more patience than I thought I had, I held Chet to the side while I gently pushed Kayla to rotate, and then get down on the sofa, where I was earlier. I hungrily looked down at her blonde bush, eager to give her what she gave to me.
I angled her leg up higher, over the back of the sofa, so I could get more of myself on there. With enough space, I bent down to the altar of Kayla's sex and entered.
I knew I was doing something right when I heard her moan. The taste was the same as on Chet's cock, but stronger. Warmer. Even better.
In the back of my mind I remembered that the cameras were still rolling. I was a documented pussy-eater. But who cared. I was what I was. I was free.
I tensed briefly as I felt hands on my hips, and a brush at my lower lips. Before I could think about it any further the push had been made and Cheet's cock was well within me.
Finally.
We were together, lovers bound in each other's affections.
My mind briefly wandered. This must have been how our ancestors did it, I thought. More women than men. The women taking care of each other. The man spreading his seed, reproducing. Fuck, I thought, Chet was fucking me without a condom. There was a small chance I could still get pregnant. But my anxiety was washed over with a wave of calm. I trusted Chet, I trusted Kayla. We would make it through together. Then I felt hotter, thinking of Chet releasing himself into me... and then Kayla. I'd lick her, I'd suck the cum out of her, I'd do everything with my lovers that I could, I'd-
I'd explode. I shouted as my body climaxed. I couldn't even think about where the fuck I was, my body just exploded with feeling. Somewhere Chet shouted. I lost track. Of everything. I let my body ride the surge, and then everything went dark.
---
I was more sitting up, though still leaning back a bit. On the couch. I remembered having the sexiest dream, and-
And there I was. Under the studio lights, naked and sweaty. Wet. And my pussy. A trail between my folds, down to my ass...
"Want a taste?" Chet asked. His cock. He was standing next to me, one knee on the couch, offering his still-strong member to my face.
"God, yes," I said. I tasted him. And pussy. My pussy, different than Kayla's. Oh God, I just ate her pussy. And I was cleaning off the cock that had just fucked me in my mouth, cameras watching, all on TV.
And it felt so good. I didn't care who saw. Let them watch. Let them call me a slut, whatever. I felt amazing and no one was going to make me feel bad about what I chose to do.
Kayla snuggled up next to me. "Let them see the magic you made," she said as she pulled me knee to the side. My legs were spread, my black bush clear to the camera. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the monitor, and the trail of white leaking out of me. I pulled my feet up under me, keeping legs spread. I showed myself, what I had become. I would have thought it obscene earlier. The soles of my feet pressed against each other, pussy exposed, mouth gently sucking on a cock, a naked woman pressed up against me...
I thought it was beautiful.
As his cock went limp, Chet pulled himself out of my mouth. He sat down next to me, leaning in to kiss me gently. We ended the kiss looking into each other's eyes. I gasped when I felt his fingers reach down, dipping to get some of our combined juices from my body. He licked his fingers, staring intently at me. "You were wonderful."
I smiled, and then Kayla pulled my head to her. Her kiss was stronger. I felt her fingers down below, too. She teased down between my lower lips. Her head nuzzled mine, pushing her mouth close to me ear. "I haven't tasted you together yet," she whispered. She dipped her finger in, and my jaw dropped in shock. "We'll have to change that." She brought her own finger to her mouth, moaning as she took it inbetween her lips. She licked her finger, and then tilted her head back toward me, licking my earlobe. "They're watching us," she said. Her other hand reached down to touch herself as she continued. "Thousands of men... would give anything to bury themselves in our pussies."
"And women," I whispered. Oh, how I missed a chance to enjoy women for so long. But not anymore, I decided.
I noticed Madeleine walking over. She looked tired, probably just having woke up from her nap. She stretched, her full breasts moving on her chest as she did so, and her feet arching to tiptoes on her way over. "So how does it feel, Miss Expert?"
I stared into her eyes. Everyone was watching me. I didn't shake. I wasn't worried. I just moved my hand gently down between my legs. Between my lips. Inside, and I pulled more of the shared cream I made with my lovers. I didn't even look at it. I just kept eyes locked on Madeleine as I brought the mixture to my mouth. I rolled my tongue over my finger, getting the white into my mouth, before sucking the whole thing in. After cleaning it entirely, I still stared at Madeleine.
"Fucking fantastic," I said. A grin finally escaped me. I joined them in this new world.
---
"You really rationalize every step," I said. "Your body doesn't scream, 'Oh this is crazy!' You just... do what comes natural."
"And then, do what *cums* natural," Phil said. He had his arm around me on the couch, making it easy for me to elbow him lightly in the ribs. He mocked pain, but his slowly rising cock told me it was only a joke.
"You know what I mean," I said. We sat naked on set on the couches. We'd all eaten and taken a shower earlier. I finally got a hold of Paul- he'd hit it off with one of his co-workers. I told him to send me pics and he sent me a video of him and her, in profile. She had a little tummy but big, yummy breasts that swayed as he entered her from behind. We were meeting for dinner later!
We were supposed to just get clean in the shower but... c'mon. I took Phil while we were in there. He didn't last long- I knew just how to get him. I really just wanted to cum again, and I knew I'd make it up to him by using him up so quick. Which...
"Everything just makes sense. Whether we actually knew it or just are thinking it now..." I shrugged a bit. My hand went to Phil's cock as I started to casually stroke him. "Did you two think you were bi before today?"
"Oh no," Madeleine said. Well, she went by Maddie, now. "Jeez, I hated Carrie, but now..." She turned to the younger brunette next to her and gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "I simply adore her."
Carrie smiled back. "Well, I'll say... I always knew I wanted these," she said with a playful poke at Maddie's full breasts, "But the woman attached was a bonus!"
"Hey!" Maddie cried before moving her own hands to grab at Carrie. They laughed and played fighting. Then the wrestling became an embrace, which became a kiss, which became...
"They say we're going to be like this for a days, at least," Phil said. His head was leaning back as he enjoyed my continued stroking.
"Several weeks, according to the first affected," I said. I turned to face the camera directly as my hand slid up and down Phil's rod. "Go with it. Whether you have Changed already or are waiting for it..." I took a break to bend down and take Phil into my mouth. The new me knew I had an audience, and it made me wetter. I pulled back. "No matter where you're at, just go with it. Our bodies were meant to be together." I straddled Phil, my ass to him, and still facing the camera. There was no reason to hide anything anymore.
I glanced over to see Carrie and Maddie really going at it. I smiled at the camera. "Pussy to mouth, cock in mouth, cock in pussy..." I held Phil steady as I lowered myself onto him and watched it in the monitor. You could barely make out my hungry pussy lips under my dark bush, but it was sexy as hell watching my body engulf Phil's hard prick, my lover easily starting to fuck me in front of our live audience of thousands. "Whatever feels gooooooood!"
I got into it. It felt so good I couldn't not get into it. I tilted my body back and placed my feet up on the couch around Phil, still facing the camera. I thought about how the world could see my fucking pink slit right then, and it absolutely thrilled me. I grabbed my breast and licked my lips at the camera. Who gave a fuck if I didn't shave- I was sexy as hell.
I saw one of those patient cameramen was standing with his dick straight up. I beckoned him over with a wave of my hand. He stepped away from the camera and walked to me. An older man, who I never would have thought twice about before, suddenly became the new object of my sexual fixations.
I gently guided the man to my side as I took his hard prick in my mouth, angling our bodies so the other cameraman could see. "If you need any... unhh... Any advice, come on down to the studio..." I said between licks and sucks. God, having two cocks in me felt so good. "I'll give you personal advice..."
After all, I was the sexpert.
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