Laura only breaks our kiss to take another drink from the glass of your piss that she's mostly managing not to spill on the bed, and even that brief interruption leaves me staring up at the two of you, glassy eyed and wanting more. Her face appears over me again, and she gargles the piss in your mouth, right where the camera can see, not even embarrassed or awkward at all, and I just feel so impressed, so happy to have her here with me that it doesn't even faze me at all that another woman is drinking your piss. It's ok with me, and I know it's because it's Laura, the one woman who truly shares my heart, and because we're drinking you together. She kisses me again and I swallow, feeling her tongue against my lips, my breath against hers, the smell of you overpowering between us.
I can feel the movement in Laura's body as she starts to shrug out of her clothes without breaking contact with my lips, her tongue swirling in my mouth, kissing me so perfectly its like her mind feels every sensation in my body and knows exactly what to move, what to touch, what I need next. But then she breaks the kiss, not what I need, but she gives me a look that she has more in mind, and that makes me moan a little, feeling myself trust her more than anyone in the world but you.
Laura wriggles out of her skirt and panties while I watch, exposing her beauty. She looks so amazing, even without any special movie makeup, even though she couldn't have had any idea she was going to be in front of a camera with me today. I smile along with her, wondering if it makes me look even half as sexy as she does.
After a single step back from me, the points of her heels clicking just lightly on the floor, she drops to her knees at the side of the bed, her head now only slightly higher than mine, and she reaches for my hand, still resting on your hip, and I shudder realizing she wants me to kneel beside her, the symbolism of the two of us, naked women kneeling and facing you, to obvious and powerful not to make me shiver with anticipation. I look briefly to you, still kneeling over me, and I can't sense any objection from you.
I untangle my legs from under you and around your and slither my way to the edge of the bed, moving carefully with the high boot heel so I don't catch it on the mattress. The piss you fucked inside me leaks out even more, running down my bare thighs and making my boots shine even more as my hips move and wiggle with my motions, getting piss on the untarped floor too. Martin is probably annoyed, or maybe the cameraman is the one who'll have to mop it, but I don't care.
Laura tugs urgently at my hand even as I'm already slipping to the floor beside her, like she can't wait, like having me join her means that much to her, and I want to kiss her, but her eyes are just as focused on you as her hand is on me. I turn and kneel, settling my naked bottom across the smooth surface of the back of my boots under me, snuggled up shoulder to bare shoulder with Laura, and I look up to you on the bed too, both of us waiting. You stand up on the mattress, looking so much higher over me than I've ever seen you before, like you are a greek god over us mere mortals, that's what is in my head as I look up at you, holding your cock in your hand and waiting for the right moment, for the camera to be ready to record what you will do to us. I can hear the camera man and Martin moving around us like sharks circling chum, but I can ignore them now with Laura here. I feel I get it now, the beauty of it even in these tawdry circumstances flowing from our willingness to do anything for you, letting the camera capture that, preserve it, bottle it. Seeing it so clearly in Laura is enough to help me feel it in myself finally.
I look up in your eyes way up above me and you smile as i open my mouth, and I'm certain in my heart without even looking that Laura does the same from the brief look you give her -- we are piss sisters after all. You turn to face us fully, looming over us, your cock pointing right at me, and then you release your foreskin a bit, the slightest shift in your body and breath, and your flow resumes, this time not in me but on me. I feel you piss raining on my face with a hard splatter, the extra height of standing on the bed making your stream so much more forceful it shocks me, the flow immediately building to full strength and your aim bringing the piss to my lips and then filling my mouth with a loud bubbling noise between my cheeks. I keep my mouth open, even as the camera comes in close to record my face, letting every man watching my movie see your piss filling my mouth.
I don't swallow it, not yet, even as your stream moves to my left, quickly across my cheek and then my left shoulder. I only swallow when I hear your piss filling the empty cavity of my piss sister's mouth too, swallowing mine as you fill hers. The taste of your piss, strong and acrid and familiar, makes me squirm with excitement. I feel a little piss running down my shoulder and I'm pretty sure it's running from the side of Laura's face, making me feel like we are sharing this experience so completely I'm not alone at all in debasement, but sharing something beautiful with the two most amazing partners any girl could want.
You return to my mouth, filling me again, and this time I gargle while listening to you fill Laura on her turn, letting the camera linger on my willing acceptance of your piss before swallowing it. Your piss continues for yet another two mouthfuls for each of us, the last one with your stream slowing, telling me to savor this one, to make it count.
Your cock dribbles a last few drops which just land on the bed, which you are standing on, and then you just look down at us, and the camera and Martin join your eyes, waiting for what we'll do. Without shifting on our knees we both, Laura and I, turn our shoulders, twisting our torsos enough to face other other on our knees, necks turned and straining to bring out lips close enough I can smell the piss in her mouth and she can smell mine -- or at least that's how it feels to me. She blinks a couple times and then her head tips that little bit and I tip mine back to just enough to gargle at the same time she does, in sync with my piss sister, the two of us kneeling and gargling your piss for the camera. My fingers grasp at her hand beside mine and she looks at me. I smile, which of course causes a small leak from my lips to run down my chest. Then I lean the last few inches between us and kiss her with all the urgency and heat I feel in my body, and we both swallow, the piss swirling between our mouths, not caring who swallows whose urine and saliva, the kiss making us one for the moment, so your piss belongs to both of us equally.
I hear you stepping down from the mattress as I swallow the last of the piss, still kissing Laura though with my eyes closed, thinking of you and kissing her as you watch me. But then I feel your hand on my head, pulling me from her lips and to your cock, fully hard again from watching us. You aren't gentle or patient with me, pulling firmly on my head and forcing your cock into my mouth, driving into my mouth like it is a pussy and you've just been paroled after 20 years in solitary.
I gag and shudder as you force your cock deep in my mouth and into my throat, feeling it stretching my throat uncomfortably and wondering if the camera sees that, the impression of your thick cock in my neck visible from the outside. I can't think about that long though as you don't stop to let me enjoy the feeling of you body against my shin and nose and face. This is a true throat fucking, you hips in frenzied motion, slamming against me over and over, and I whimper and gag, my hands fluttering at my side before resting on your thighs for support.
It's more than I can handle, too much of you to take, and that just makes me feel even wetter, even sexier to yield to you even when you want more from me that I thought I could give. I can't hear the camera, all I hear is your breath and my retches and pathetic noises, Laura moving around on the floor behind you. I feel thick fluid coming up, running down my chin and chest, coating your cock which glides even slicker and easier down my throat with each chin-punishing thrust.
Your cock pulls out to my lips and then leaves my mouth completely, but you don't come on my face, instead you turn and thrust deep in Laura's mouth too, giving her two or three wicked thrusts before turning back to me. I watch how Laura takes it, not gagging nearly so much as I do, like this is an art she has somehow practiced or perfected compared to my awkward struggles.
You thrust deep in my throat again, even harder. I'm aware of Laura's throat wetness on you, feeling the three of us merging in my throat. I try to take you with grace and style, but I can't match Laura, arching and retching and clinging to your legs with slender taut fingers with each deep choking thrust. You thrust thrust thrust, and then pull out all too soon to return to Laura, leaving me kneeling and red-faced with embarrassment at not being able to take you like she does, my body impatient for you to give me another turn.
You go back and forth, fucking us both equally, until I can feel the change in your thrusts and i know you're close. I love Laura like a sister but I want your cum, feeling like that belongs to me, it has to belong to me, like I would die if I wasn't the one to receive your cum, so strong the feeling inside me. My throat aches as I hear Laura gurgling around your hard final thrusts and I beg you, "Please, please I need your cum." You turn to me and thrust in me, silencing my pleading moans but Laura joins in, her voice sexy like getting throat fucked barely bothers her, and Laura is begging for you to cum.
You draw back and then force one slow deep thrust that feels so thick I'm afraid you'll shred my throat. I hear you groan, knowing you so well. I pull back a little and your fingers in my hair even tug, encourage me, holding me right where you want as you explode powerfully, grunting with orgasmic pleasure, spraying my piss soaked face with your load. I keep my mouth open as your cock spurts on my face, a habit I can't resist and a rope of your cum land on my nose and trail into my open mouth, then another fully in my mouth. I taste your cum, nectar of the god who stood over me, pissing me, loving me, fucking my throat and reveling in the pleasure only I -- and Laura -- could give.
You shove your cock back in my mouth, still orgasming, squeezing more of your seed out on my tongue and then down my throat, forcing yourself deep and then holding there with a satisfied groan as you extract every last bit of pleasure from me, until I feel the satisfaction even in your grip of my hair, and you finally pull your cock from the mess that is my mouth and face, leaving me red in the face and gasping for breath. I have no idea why your orgasm was so strong, what Laura might have done, just focused on you,your eyes, not even the camera in my thoughts, just you.
Your hand gripping my hair relaxes and you stroke me lovingly, and as you mouth that you love me, I smile back to you and show you my love, licking your cum and my own gagging mess from your cock. Your cum tastes wonderful, powerful on my lips and tongue, but I wince a little as I swallow back down my own retched up mess again. My eyes, bright with love, never leave yours though as I lick you clean, noting every little movement of your face as my tongue bathes you, luxuriating in your pleasure.
A hoarse voice yells out "Cut."
Everything seems to stop, like a dream coming to an end. We blink, looking at each other, suddenly realizing we are all in a cheap little room and not on a cloud, with a cheap producer and a cameraman and a worldwide audience watching us, not ministering angels singing songs inspired by the beauty of what we are doing.
I shudder at the shock of the comedown, and only your eyes keep me together. You help me up and I try not to groan as you help me up from my knees. I feel wrung out, my body covered with your fluids. But you are so proud of me, I can hear it in your words and I just lean against you, Laura jumping up happily joining me in hugging you. My arm goes around her too, and I thank you both for helping me get through my first film.
Laura is as proud of me as you are, only sounding so much more bubbly where you sounded loving and tender. I nod to you both. "You were so amazing honey, you made it easy. And Laura, I'm so glad you came, I don't know what we would have done without you. It's just hard the first time." I giggled just a little, thinking of so many first times, so many very recent first times and realizing how true it was. But if my history with you was any guide, it would get easier. Being with you makes everything easier, like a comfort to my mind that is always there to help me get used to things, to adjust to a new life, a new life with you.
Martin has the sense not to join our hug, but he talks like we did a good job and he's happy with the result, like he's sure he'll be able to sell it.
Laura takes my hand and I look back to you as she leads me off, but you give me a nod of approval and I go with Laura. I love you so much, but Laura can understand me, can help me with these feelings.
.Laura is all questions as stops us in the corner by the door to the bathroom where the cameraman is inside doing who knows what. I can't help speaking softly to her, not wanting the cameraman to hear my thoughts, not wanting anyone but you or Laura to know these things about me. It takes a moment to answer, to gather my thoughts, but Laura just holds my hand and strokes my bare shoulder, like she doesn't even care I'm covered in piss and cum, it's just the two of us, heart to heart.
"Well, being with Heath is always easy, you know? I loved that, every second. But until you came, Laura, I didn't know if I was going to be able to make it all the way. Something about the camera man and the camera itself, and the producer only caring about the angles and the money shots and what he could see of an experience that is supposed to be beautiful and special. it was like they didn't care, didn't feel what we were really doing, and it cheapened it." I looked in her face, not sure if I was explaining it right. "But when you joined in, it made me forget all that, and I just focused on giving Heath everything he deserved, seeing him behind that mask, his cock, the love we share, and sharing it with you. Once I just forgot about the camera and the cheap room and all that, it was great."
Would I do it again? "I... do it again? Well, if Heath wants me to, I think so I guess, yeah, yes. I don't know if I could ever to it as well as this one without you or Heath there, but I'm sure I have to learn how."
Laura looks at me and says, "Practice, practice, practice." That makes me giggle, and I know she's kidding with me, but then she says, "I'm serious. That's what it is. I'm just like you, just more practice."
I'm quiet, not sure how to take that. "You're being so kind." But she looks like she means it, and that files itself away deep in my head for a lot of examination, the thought I could actually be like Laura, with enough practice. How proud of me would you be then?
The pervert cameraman finally comes out zipping himself up with a stupid smile on his face, and I wait until he's well away from us before the two of us walk to the bathroom and the shower, two sets of heels clicking on the tiles together. This time, we both need a good washing down, but once we're clean and dressed, my feelings out in the open with Laura, my heart aches to be in your arms, with you, to feel you just hold me for a really long time.