Diagnosis

It was significantly less sexy than she hoped. Don't get Lindsay wrong, Megan walking around in her lace bra and panties with that body was hot as hell. She could appreciate a fine woman, especially one so smart. But she had eyes for another, she smiled at Ryan who was wearing shorts and nothing else. The male form really didn't excite her before, but now she felt a bit of excitement admiring his shirtless body. But what she really wanted was tented in those shorts. She could see his wandering eyes on her tiny and tight clothes.

Megan sighed, "Look I did some basic tests. Even some...more mystical my family taught me. And as hard as it is going to be to believe...you aren't affected. At least not directly. You haven't been changed."

Lindsay shook her head, "Wait no. That can't be right. I told you...I'm obsessed with dicks! I'm a fucking lesbian!"

Megan frowned before shrugging, "Not as much of one as you think. You said you saw some changed people having sex in an alley?" Lindsay nodded. "Depending how they were changed they could have given you a second hand dick frenzy. Like I'm hard to resist when I get going, it's some part of my change. If I didn't weaken the effects I'm sure people would just not be able to resist. Maybe the person was changed to make women dick crazy."

Lindsay couldn't help but pant a bit, the talk of her most played recent memory getting her even more worked up, "So what do I do? It's been getting worse as time goes on! Ryan...can I see it? I see how you look at me...how your erection tents those shorts...help a girl out."

She saw him glance at Megan. A silent exchange before the blonde woman laughed, "I think I owe you this much." Ryan nodded before pulling his shorts and briefs to the floor.

He tasted amazing. The feeling of it pressing against her lips. The hint of both flavors of his cock and the bit of pre-cum spread across his big shaft. Lindsay had just realized she was on her knees below him, kissing and rubbing her lips along his member. Too far gone she made eye contact and winked before the dick crazed lesbian opened her mouth wide and stuffed her face.

Megan and Ryan were surprised at her wanton enthusiasm. She was loud, making perverted loud sounds and moans, really hamming up her performance. She barely registered she was acting like a cheating slut for a man. One hell of a man! She shuddered and groaned on his cock at the thought. She had watched enough porn tonight to know how to be the perfect male fantasy.

Ryan was amazed at the enthusiasm, the lewd behavior, and the skill of her very messy blowjob. Her spit was leaking down his thighs onto her cleavage and her chin was soaked. The woman was acting like some pornstar! He couldn't stop moaning at her quick learning, already close to competing with Megan herself. Speaking of the blonde, Megan wrapped her arms around him from behind and began kissing him.

Lindsay broke from his cock, saliva strung from her lips as she moved away, "Please let me ride that cock! I need it so fucking bad! I...I love dick! I love it so fucking much I am becoming a cheating slut for it!" Ryan realized she wasn't looking at him as she begged, but Megan.

Megan grinned, a darkness in her eyes he had never seen before, "Lindsay...being affected second hand like this isn't cheating. You can't help yourself. But I will warn you...with how you are acting and how good he is...you won't be a lesbian after you try his dick."

"I don't care! I need it! I'm going insane!" Lindsay ripped her top open, her breasts bouncing free. She rose and Ryan noticed she wasn't wearing anything under her tiny skirt. Before Megan could give permission the fit lesbian hopped on his lap and impaled herself. She was drenched. "Aaaaaaiiiighhh! YES! SO FUCKING FULL! MMMRRGH! STUFF THIS SLUTTY PUSSY!" Ryan groaned getting a face full of Lindsay's perky tits as she rode with a ruthless rhythm. She bent down and began muttering into his ear. Telling him how much of a slut she was for his dick. How much she loved his cock.

He grabbed her firm ass and helped match her thrusts. One. Two. Three orgasms shook the **** woman. Lindsay was crying, her smile wide, "I love cock! Fuck I love it so much! Why did I ever stop? God Riley I'm so sorry! I love you so much but you just don't have....what...I....NEEEEEEED!"

Feeling her pussy walls quiver and tug him, Ryan grunted and pushed her off of him. She fell on her ass as jets of cum fell on her from above. She moaned feeling it hit her chest and face. Ryan shuddered. The slutty look of intense satisfaction and excitement was already making him hard again. But with his post but clarity came guilt. Lindsay and Riley were incredibly close. She had been affected. The early morning wood and sexual nature of her affliction mixed with the sight of two sexy girls in alluring outfits fucked his judgement. He frowned seeing the blissed out lesbian licking the spunk around her lips and moaning.

"I'm sorry Lindsay." He muttered, "I took advantage."

The woman opened her eyes and looked at him like a wild cat looks at its prey, "Mhhmm...feel free to take advantage anytime...stud." She sighed and stretched, drawing Ryan's eyes to her amazing tits, "I feel ssoooooo much better now. Like I can think again! Feel other emotions! Thank you! If that was second hand then I can't imagine what it must be like for you Megan...I'm sorry I may have judged you a bit." She looked down at Ryan's crotch, "I'm less dick crazy, but after that I know for a fact I'm bi. I love Riley to **** but...I might have to talk to her about a solution."

Megan laughed, "Well you two are a good couple. I think she will be supportive and fair."

Lindsay looked at her torn top and frowned. "Do you have a sweater I could borrow?"

With that Lindsay walked home. Her micro skirt flashing her ass with every step, a baggy sweater covering her top. She felt cum drying on her chest and felt proud. She didn't want to remove her souvenir so soon.

Walking inside Riley looked tired, sitting at the table. The laptop in front of her still open to porn. The brunette was stirring her coffee and sniffing before looking at Lindsay with concern, "Where did you go?"

She hesitated, "We need to talk. About everything. There's some things I need to tell you."