Back On The Gay And Narrow

Karlee Grey pulled into the treatment parking lot with acid in her gut. She slipped up, got a cock inside her, and now her tongue still tasted wrong. Jillian Janson stood in the apartment doorway when Karlee came home a month later, tight crop top, nipples already stiff under the fabric. "You okay, baby?" Jillian asked. She hadn’t texted once. "I’m cured," Karlee said. Her eyes burned. "Straight shit’s gone. I want women. I want pussy. I want you." The words came out like heat from a cut. Jillian’s mouth hit Karlee’s hard, teeth knocking. Karlee’s tongue dove in, hot and greedy, while her hand shoved straight under Jillian’s waistband and found wet. Two slick fingers curled, pumping Jillian open right against the door. Jillian moaned into Karlee’s throat, hips jerking, pushing down onto those fingers like she was starving. They ripped each other’s clothes off stumbling to the couch. Karlee shoved Jillian onto her back, spread her thighs, and buried her face between them. Tongue flat, greedy, she licked long stripes up the swollen slit, sucked the clit between her lips and flicked it until Jillian’s stomach fluttered. Jillian’s fingers clawed Karlee’s hair, forcing her harder, grinding her cunt against Karlee’s mouth like she wanted to drown her. Karlee lapped it all, spit and slick mixing, then pushed two fingers in and pumped while sucking the swollen bud. Jillian flipped them, straddled Karlee’s face and rode her tongue until her thighs shook. "Fuck—don’t stop—don’t fucking stop." Her slick painted Karlee’s chin and cheeks. Karlee moaned into her, tongue working deep, fingers digging bruises into Jillian’s ass while Jillian trembled and came in wet pulses straight onto her tongue. Jillian slid down, sucked Karlee’s stiff nipple, then shoved two fingers into her soaked cunt. Karlee’s legs jerked wide, hips rolling up to meet every thrust. Jillian curled them just right, licked down Karlee’s stomach and latched onto her clit. She sucked hard, pumped faster, and Karlee came with a strangled cry, thighs clamping Jillian’s face, juices coating her tongue while she gasped "yours, all yours, fuck—" They stayed tangled, breathing hard, skin flushed, the taste of each other still slick on their lips.