Of course you'll suck the dose out of her ass

What other choice do you have? The ratio of energy expended to medicine ingested during this encounter was unacceptable. You sigh and blow at a strand of hair, wet from throat slime, that lays haphazardly across your face. It flops onto your other cheek uselessly. You level a look of mutual existential frustration at the brunette, and she returns it so perfectly that you can't help but laugh.

It's absurd. There you are, spread out on the hood of a car, naughty bits out for all to see in broad daylight. You just got gangbanged, you're leaking cum from most of your orifices, and you're laughing far harder than you have in recent memory - far harder than your lot in life as a woman with this disease would normally entail. You can't remember the last time you were breathless because of laughter, and not because you just got facefucked. Well, you did just get facefucked, but the sentiment is still there.

The brunette leans against the hood of the car in a similar fit of giggles. At this moment, you feel a deeper personal connection with this nameless stranger than you thought possible between two women in this day and age. No matter how much society tries to pretend everything is normal, your entire existence has become a competition. You either get the most cum, or your life ends. Though you've done your best to uphold your morals, you recognize - at least on a subconscious level - that it's impossible for other women to be anything but rivals. Your best friend, your favorite teacher, your own goddamn mother - they all represent diminished chances of survival. You hate it, but it's true. This woman, though, in this exact moment, is something else.

"Sure," you say, hefting yourself up onto a sitting position next to her. "I appreciate it." Nodding, she wipes away a tear and rolls into a more provocative position over the car's hood. The brunette's ass juts out, round and perky beneath her torn microskirt. Not too long ago, it would have been considered a belt. Her string thong is ripped so as to be entirely useless. At least you won't need to undress her anymore than she already is. Despite yourself, you can't help but cast an eye along the upper portion of her body as well. She's got great tits, if the squished mounds spilling out between her torso and the car are any indication. Her top consists of a fishnet shroud and little else, leaving exactly nothing to the imagination.

Wondering at the delay, she turns her head over her shoulder and raises an eyebrow at you. You blush. Cute face, too. She's sexy to be sure, and that means she's probably razor sharp. Or at least capable of holding a conversation. Hoping to cover for your staring, you make a sound closely approximating a throat clear, and straighten the thin tube that constitutes what little modesty your breasts have. The brunette smiles disarmingly at you, before flipping her hair over a shoulder and turning back to face front. She busies herself studying the clouds and the far end of the street with her chin in her hands.

You land unsteadily on your feet after hopping off the car. Ignoring the protests of your recently-abused body, you drop to your knees on the hard asphalt. When you put your hands on her ass cheeks, you hesitate a little. They feel plump and full in your grip. These cheeks definitely attract a lot of doses. You can see evidence of the latest one oozing from her sphincter. A shudder runs up your spine; no matter how many times you do this, you're not sure you'll ever get used to it.

But no use hesitating anymore than you already have. You've got places to be, and those men have made you late enough. You just know Maria is going to get huffy that you're taking so long.

Maybe if she were better looking, she'd know what it was like.

You blink as the thought slips unbidden into your mind, then shake your head to dislodge it. Maria is your friend, and you shouldn't think of her in that way. Again, you consider the fact that all other women are your rivals. Best to distract yourself before spiraling. The antidepressants in your daily pills help, but the easiest way to keep your spirits up is to just not think about it.

So you dive in.

The brunette's asshole is pretty hygienic, all things considered. The rubbery sphincter beneath your tongue is moist and pliant, and its prize of cum is pooled just beyond the opening. You wiggle yourself into the warm, tight confines of her dirt road and start lapping the contents into your waiting mouth. She coos softly, and you can feel her quivering against your lips. It's an intimately erotic sensation, but having to retrieve a dose from another girl's ass is a common enough occurrence that you don't let it get to you anymore.

It seems she is not the same way, though. Against your chin is something wet. At first, you think some of the ass-load might have sneaked past your hungry ministrations. You dip lower, tongue extended, and press yourself against her pussy for a quick lick back up to the main course. But that's when you realize it's not cum that you felt on your chin - at least, it's not male cum. This brunette is getting off on your analingus! She sucks in a gasp of air when you make contact with her honeypot, and you can sense her entire body clenching above you.

What kind of slut is she? It's scandalous enough to admit you enjoy getting dosed, but to noticeably get off on another woman sucking a dose out? It's unheard of, at least in your neighborhood.