Open Victory Celebration

Taming the WTA Board – Part 1

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“I don’t hear any thumping around back there. Think she’s okay?” asked Serena looking back toward the trunk from the passenger side. Serena and Venus were driving a Mercedes-Benz 600S with tinted windows through the Holland Tunnel. They were moving slowly through the Friday afternoon traffic as they reached the Jersey City side of the Hudson.

“Quit worrying, Sis, she’s fine. We gave the exact dose of Rohypnol Tyrone specified. Tyrone knows what he is doing. He’s drugged and kidnapped enough white women to know how to do things right. Besides, the last thing we need is her making noise while we’re in this fucking traffic,” said Venus.

“All through lunch I was watching her eat that Waldorf salad and wondering how she’s going to like eating my black pussy. I almost got off watching her lips. She’s got a nice snaky tongue in her mouth, too,” said Serena who had pulled her short skirt up to her waist, yanked the crotch of her panty aside and was idly fingering her clit.

“That snatch of yours is going to have more flavor than that blue cheese salad dressing she was eating,” said Venus sniffing the aroma emanating from Serena’s side of the car.

“I didn’t shower after this morning’s practice so she’d get the full effect of having her nose in my unwashed box. I do smell rank,” said Serena lifting her glistening fingers to her nose, taking a whiff then wrinkling her nose in reaction. Serena reached over and passed her fingers under Venus’s nose.

“Jesus, that’s foul, get that shit out of my face, there’s not a crack whore on Canal Street that smells as bad as that. Nothing’s got more kick than my baby’s sister’s unwashed cunt after two hours of drills in the hot sun,” said Venus snorting to clear her nostrils of the strong aroma of unwashed pussy.

“The little lady in the trunk is going to develop a taste for eau de Serena before the day’s over,” laughed Serena.

The little lady in the car trunk was Lara Kelsey Harding, the current president of the Women’s Tennis Association or WTA, the ruling body of women’s professional tennis. Two decades past, Lara Harding had reached the ranks of women’s tennis. However, Lara was known more for her good looks and figure than tennis skills. She won no major tournaments and few matches but she did manage to win the heart and hand of Ronald Harding, heir to one of America’s oldest and largest fortunes. Ronald Harding was twenty years older than Lara; but an estate in the Hampton and a luxury apartment on Fifth Avenue made up for the age difference.

Lara had retired from the tennis circuit when she married Ronald. Looking around for something to do after her twin daughters were born, she became active on the WTA Board of Directors. Lara discovered she preferred managing tennis to actually playing it. And she exhibited a high degree of skill in governing what had become a major sports industry.

Lara was willing to put her time and Ronald’s money in the sport. Ten years ago, she was named Chief Executive of the WTA. Through Lara’s efforts, women’s tennis grew in prestige and financial success. Lara Harding ran the WTA with an iron fist and was used to having her way. Recently she had begun a highly public dispute with the Williams’ sisters.

When Venus announced she was withdrawing from competition for a period of several months to recover from an injury, Lara Harding issued a press release stating that the WTA would investigate and possibly suspend Venus. Lara implied in a news conference that Venus was faking and was deserting women’s tennis by failing to appear in tournaments she had already agreed to play. There was also a hint of concern that when the two William’s sisters played one another in the finals the result was pre-ordained and that sizeable bets in the Las Vegas Sports Book were placed in the girl’s names. If the full board decided against Venus, she could be suspended for up to one year. Venus stood to loose millions in prizes and endorsements.

Venus had called Lara and suggested they meet for lunch to discuss how to end the controversy amicably. After a not-so-friendly lunch at the Manhattan Four Seasons that settled nothing, the threesome had walked out into the parking garage. When they were alone, Venus had wrapped her powerful arms around Lara while Serena had emptied the content of a syringe containing a strong sedative into Lara’s arm. They had roughly tumbled a bound Lara into their car trunk.

“Denzel said he had her girls, for sure?” said Serena. Venus had jus ended a cell phone call with Denzel, Tyrone’s brother.

“He said they were already at the studio, will you quit worrying?” said Venus.

Serena was referring to the abduction of Lara and Ronald’s twin daughters. Sixteen years ago, Lara Harding had taken time off to give birth to Caroline and Mandy. Both girls were now in high school and proving to be a serious discipline problem. They had not been getting along with their mother. Recently, the mother and daughters relationship had hit new lows and the girls totally avoided Lara. Ronald Harding dotted on his beautiful daughters and refused to say no to anything they wanted. The result was a spoiled pair of hell raising rich teenagers who had developed an appetite for dissipation fed by their youthful energy and father’s wealth.

The girls had recently been expelled from a prestigious prep school for smoking marijuana on campus. Lara had been furious and grounded them but with their father’s acquiescence, they ignored and actively resented their mother.

Caroline and Mandy had been driving the Long Island Expressway that morning on their way into Harlem to replenish their supply of marijuana and cocaine for some serious weekend partying in the Hamptons. They had been speeding when a black-and-white cruiser pulled them over. Denzel and Tyrone dressed as patrolman had ordered them out of the car while they searched for drugs. Claiming to have found a roach in the ashtray, the phony officers had cuffed the girls and placed them in the backseat of the cruiser. They drove the girls to a nearby private airstrip in Islip where they were drugged unconscious, loaded into a plane and flown to an airstrip just outside of Jersey City. The two girls were transferred to a van inside a hanger then driven to a warehouse in an industrial park. At the moment, they were handcuffed to chairs in the Control Room of the adult film studio that Venus and Serena were driving toward.

“There’s Tyrone’s studio at the end of the block. He will be waiting around back with Denzel to help us get this bitch inside,” said Venus. “I’m looking forward to making her scream her lungs out. ”

“What are we paying for Tyrone’s help?” asked Serena.

“For starters, we are going to fuck him, He and Denzel wants a Venus and Serena sandwich with all the trimmings. We’re going to spend the night with the two of them, ” said Venus.

“That’s all he gets is a fuck? Tyrone works cheap,” said Serena incredulously.

“Well, I did have to give him $100,000 to cover expenses,” said Venus.

“Now the truth is out. As good as we fuck, Sis, I knew there was more in it for Tyrone and Denzel than screwing us. By the way, that’s your $100,000. You’re the one with a problem with Mrs. Harding. But out of sisterly love, I will help you with the fucking. Just the thought of Tyrone’s big cock makes my coochie wet,” said Serena slipping two fingers in her cunt and moaning as she stimulated her G-spot.

“There’s Tyrone. He is one gorgeous man. I can’t wait for him to slam that piece of meat in my hole. Denzel isn’t bad either and we have to fuck them both until dawn tomorrow, ” said Venus as she pulled the car in front of two handsome black men who were carrying blankets.

When Venus popped the trunk, Tyrone threw the blankets over Lara then easily lifted her out. He and his brother quickly carried her into the one story industrial building.

Tyrone was part owner and President of Black Angel Enterprises. Denzel was Vice President of Operations. Black Angel specialized in producing hard-core videos with an interracial cast. Their specialty was black on white and usually involved a heavy dose of BDSM. If a customer wanted to see a white woman having all three of her holes pounded mercilessly by exceptionally large black cocks, Black Angel was their brand. Purchasers of the firm’s DVD’s sometimes emailed the Black Angel WEB site questioning how it was possible for that skinny blonde’s body to host three enormous black cocks at the same time? Was she hollow or was it a special effect?

The Black Angel introductory graphic was an animation of an impossibly endowed black stud slam fucking a big-busted blonde. Just as his cock pumped cum into her cunt to the point that it spilled out onto her thighs, the stud forced open the blonde’s mouth to deliver an oversized glob of spit that the blonde was forced to swallow. A Black Angel production was not for the light hearted or romantic. Tyrone knew that the his customer base was largely made up of middle aged white men who jerked off as they fantasized it was their wife taking all that black dick.

Tyrone and his brother also engaged in a side business. If the money were right, Tyrone would allow Black Angel’s facilities to perform special jobs on weekends. His forte was staging revenge rape videos for rich clients willing to pay big bucks to settle a score with the offending party. Over the past few months, a number of loving fathers or husbands had watched their female relatives learn what’s it like to have their orifices repeatedly assaulted by a collection of super well-endowed black studs.

The 40,000 sq. ft. flat roof building housed six professionally equipped sound stages. It was located in an industrial park on the edge of Jersey City. Tyrone had graduated from UCLA with a master’s degree in Psychology. After attending classes in the morning, Tyrone would drive out to the San Fernando Valley to make porn features. He had earned his tuition by appearing in hundreds of adult videos. Tyrone always said the only thing he learned in college was how to make a living eating white pussy. Upon graduation, he moved back home to Jersey City and set up his own production company relying on local talent.

Tyrone and Denzel unceremoniously dropped an unconscious and moaning Lara Harding on a large four-posted bed equipped for bondage videos. There were adjustable length chains with wrist restraints at each corner. Overhead rails provided additional options for restraint. Banks of spots and klieg lights provided Hollywood sound stage quality lighting. There were robotic video cameras on four sides of the bed and a fifth camera mounted directly overhead in the ceiling. The robotic cameras were fully capable of vertical and horizontal zoom movements controlled by joysticks in the Control Room. All images were digitally recorded. A $250,000 Silicon Graphics workstation permitted the five digital recordings to be sequentially edited into a coherent film guaranteed to stimulate an erection. Tyrone’s operation was technically state of the art. A local drug dealer funded Black Angel as part of a money-laundering scheme.

As soon as Tyrone stood up, Venus wrapped her arms and one leg around him and tumbled him backward into the bed beside Lara. Tyrone responded with several wet tongue kisses as they rubbed their groins together.

“Oh baby, let Venus show you how much she appreciates you helping her out,” said Venus as she slipped one arm down to Tyrone’s crotch and fondled his cock through his trousers.

“Later sweetness, let’s get our business out of the way then we’ll play. Denzel and I are going to take the two of you over to our crib for the night. I got a case of Crystal in the fridge. I hope you haven’t lost your taste for black dick,” said Tyrone feeling his cock harden as Venus stroked it.

“We’ll do some blow and party until dawn,” said Denzel who had pulled Serena’s skirt up so he could grab her muscular buttocks in his hands. He was kneading her butt cheeks pushing his fingers under her thong into the crack of her ass. Serena adjusted her stance to allow Denzel’s finger to touch her asshole. Serena fought off the urge to fall back on the bed taking Denzel with her. The thought of the four of them getting it on right then and there had a strong appeal.

“All right, later, but I want you to know, we’re going to fuck you until your balls turn blue,” said Venus reminding herself that she and Serena had business to attend to. Venus could tell from the way that Serena was moaning that Denzel had at least the first joint of his index finger in her shitter.

“All right, let’s get on with it,” said Serena resigned to the fact that she would have to help her sister first take care of Lara Harding. Then there would be plenty of time for Denzel to open up her backdoor and ram his shit packer in all the way to his balls.

“The Black Angel Players do not get here until 3:00PM. Until then, there’s only Denzel and I. That gives you almost two hours to have your fun with her. Don’t mess her up too bad though, the guys have trouble getting good wood if she looks like hamburger,” said Tyrone.

“Don’t worry baby. We’re not going to damage the merchandise beyond repair. Just handle it a little,” said Venus.

“We’ve got her daughters in the Control Room for a little PNP action while they watch what happens to Mama. I think we can get them to participate. There doesn’t seem to be any love lost between mother and daughters,” said Tyrone.

“Are the girls cute,” asked Serena barely able to contain her desire to sample Lara Harding’s sixteen-year-old daughters. Over the past several seasons, Serena’s taste for young girls had grown to the point where she was having trouble controlling her urges. Fortunately, women’s tennis provided her a never ending supply of young, muscular girls who were so enthralled by the top seed they found it hard to say no when Serena’s mouth found its way to their sex. Serena had taken to cruising the ladies shower rooms during matches looking for young femmes. She found a surprising number who thought that hot lesbian sex was the perfect way to relax after a grueling match.

“Yea, sixteen is a cute age. They’re skinny little bitches and they got a mean mouth on them too. You should have heard how they talked to two officers of the law,” said Denzel laughing.

“Think they’d like to eat the pussy of the number one seed in women’s tennis?” said Serena.

“Put a little dope in them and those two are pretty much up for anything. They offered to blow us if we wouldn’t arrest them,” said Tyrone who picked up a syringe off a nearby table, checked it for air bubbles then injected a clear solution in Lara’s arm. Lara began to moan and thrash about almost immediately.

“She’ll be awake in a minute. I suggest you quickly strip her and cuff her to the bed. Then it’s party time. Denzel and I got some paperwork to do in the office. If you need us holler,” said Tyrone.

“Speaking of hollering, if she gets noisy, can anyone hear?” asked Serena.

“Shit no, Serena, Building is completely soundproof. Walls and ceiling are lined with triple layers of acoustical tiles. I tested it right after we built the studio. Denzel collected two white bitches right out of the Brooklyn School of Performing Arts. They were opera students and one was a bit fat mama. She could hit high C, had one of those eight octave voices. While I was outside, Denzel and Alonzo whipped their tits and ass with a bamboo cane. The brothers doing the caning had to wear hearing protection to keep from going deaf. Otherwise, they’d be eligible for worker’s comp. Remind me to show you that video sometime. Anyway, that fat bitch could open her mouth and make serious noise when Denzel laid that bamboo across her big white ass. But outside you couldn’t hear a thing,” said Tyrone was he walked toward his office.

Serena and Venus stripped naked and then removed Lara’s clothes. Her expensive St. John’s knit wound up on the floor along with her La Perla underwear. When Lara was completely naked, they buckled leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles.

“Let’s stretch her out,” said Venus grabbing a hand crank that would ratchet up the tension in Lara’s arm. Serena grabbed the crank on the opposite side of the bed. A few revolutions of the handles and Lara’s arms were stretched just this side of dislocation. The tennis stars moved down to the other end of the bed and ratcheted Lara’s legs wide apart. The result was a nude Lara Harding tightly extended spread-eagle on the bed. The appearance of Lara’s sinews and muscles attested to the extreme tension in her limbs. Venus removed a 4.3-mega pixel digital camera from her handbag and began to capture images from several angles.

“Not too bad a body for a an old white girl. How old you think she is?” asked Venus reaching down to pinch Lara’s nipples and then capturing several images of her distended buds.

“Early 40s’ but still in good shape,” said Serena removing a pair of black Magic Markers out of her purse and handing one to her sister.

Venus climbed on the bed and carefully wrote the word “Slut” in large block letters across Lara’s forehead. Serena wrote “Whore” across Lara’s abdomen. This was followed by “Bitch” and “Cunt” vertically down each leg. In small letters, the words “Piss Drinker” were written on her cheeks with arrows pointing toward her mouth. The sisters amused themselves capturing a complete memory card of sixty-four images.

“This is for my personal collection. I can’t wait to get these downloaded on my PC,” said Venus setting the camera aside.

“She’s waking up. Look that that beautiful pink pussy. It is just so pretty and pink. And that cute little asshole looks so clean. There’s not a hair anywhere, not a single one. She must get a wax job every month. I’m going to have to do my thing here Sis. This is just too pretty to pass up,” said Serena who was running her fingers over Lara’s clit and vagina. Serena was leaning forward and staring intently at Lara’s vagina. Her fingers were slowly tracing over Lara’s reddening clit. Lara eyes fluttered open then closed again. She moaned and shifted her body in response to the pressure of Serena’s fingers as they slowly teased her clit out of its protective fold.

“Come on out, little man, come out where Serena can suck on you,” cooed Serena her face inches from Lara’s sex. “Here, this will help.”

Serena grabbed a small firm pillow and slid it under Lara’s butt. It both elevated her rear and rotated her thighs outward.

“That opened her up. Do your thing, Sis,” said Venus as she inserted another 256MB memory card into the camera. Venus adjusted the focus to capture close-ups of Serena’s fingers slowly stroking Lara’s vagina.

“Here, let’s get her wet and nasty before you eat her,” said Venus handing Serena a small plastic bottle of K-Y warming jell.

Serena flipped open the top with her fingernail then directed a stream of the fluid onto Lara’s sex. Serena worked the viscous liquid onto Lara’s clit and into her cunt and asshole. Lara moaned louder and her eyes fluttered open momentarily.

“Let’s wake her before you start muff diving. I want the bitch to be wide-awake for everything she is going to experience. She will miss the point if she sleeps through your cunt lapping routine,” said Venus as she broke an ampoule of ammonia nitrate under Lara’s nose to jolt her awake.

“Where am I? Venus, where are my clothes? What is this place?” asked a still disoriented Lara as she tried to move and discovered she was restrained to the bed. She was still out of it, as she struggled to look at one of her wrists bound with a buckled leather strap. Lara’s face portrayed both fear and a lack of comprehension. She raised her head to look down at Serena and saw the black printing on her belly. Since it was upside down from her perspective and she was still disoriented, she failed to read it.

“What’s written on my stomach?” yelled Lara.

“Whore,” responded Venus.

“What are you doing to me? You’ll go to jail,” said Lara.

“Nobody’s going to jail. You’re about to have a day you are never going to forget. Mrs. Ronald Harding. We are going to persuade you to give up on your foolish quest to have me suspended,” said Venus.

“Suspended? I am going to have you and your sister put in prison. There are laws against kidnapping. Police! Police! Help Me!”

“Shut the fuck up you stupid cunt. No one can hear you. Your ass is ours for the afternoon,” said Venus as she slapped Lara hard across the cheek.

“You struck me, you black bitch,” screamed a startled Lara who was totally unprepared for the idea that someone would slap her.

“And here’s another one,” said Venus striking Lara harder on the other side of her face. “Shut the fuck up or I’ll slap you again.”

“All right, don’t hit me,” sobbed a cowed Lara.

“I got to eat this pussy. I just got to,” said Serena mesmerized by sight of Lara’s glistening cunt. The K-Y warming jell had done its job and the flesh surrounding Lara’s sex was a dark warm red.

“Go ahead, Serena, You eat the bitch out as long as you want,” said Venus.

“My God no. Get your dyke sister off me. What’s she doing?” Lara started to cry and twist her body to throw off Serena whose face was buried between Lara’s labial folds. Venus watched for a moment as Serena’s pink tongue coaxed Lara’s clit further out of it fold. In a matter of seconds, Lara’s cunt opened up like a rose on steroids. Venus noted that Lara had prominent major and minor labia that hung in thick folds that Serena was gently tugging open with her teeth then applying long saliva coated licks that were bringing Lara’s sex to a state of arousal.

“Feel my baby sister licking your twat. I bet that old fuck you married can’t eat pussy worth a shit. No one eats hair pie like Serena. She’s the top seed of all time in the WTA’s muff diving division. She’s going to pass the records set by Billie Jean King and that Russian bitch, Martina Navitorova,” said Venus.

“Please stop her. I am not a lesbian. I can’t stand this,” screamed an agitated Lara.

“How’s she doing, sis?” said Venus.

“She’s starting to juice up. I’ll have her flowing like a mountain spring in another minute or two,” said Serena working her index finger into Lara’s rectum occasioning a loud moan from Lara’s lips. In order to satisfy Ronald Harding, Lara had become used to backdoor sex. Over two decades of marriage, Lara had learned to take considerable pleasure from having her rectum filled.

“Love it, don’t you, sounds like you’re doing fine in spite of not being a lesbian,” snarled Venus.

“Pardon me, Serena, but let’s show Lara how good she tastes,” said Venus as reached down and between Lara’s legs and dug two fingers into Lara’s vagina. After Venus swirled the fingers around, thoroughly coating them with Lara’s Bartholin secretions, she rubbed her fingers across Lara’s lips forcing them into her mouth.

“See, for someone who’s not lesbian, you sure are wet,” said Venus. Lara could only shake her head and moan. Tears of humiliation flowed down her cheeks but she could not suppress the waves of pleasure rising from the apex of her thighs.

Serena licked expertly around Lara’s labial lips then down her thighs where they joined her hips. Serena probed her tongue into Lara’s opening and swirled it around then slid it over Lara’s clit. Lara continued moaning and whimpering between sobs. Her mind was in turmoil as the pleasure center in her crotch sent waves of stimulation to a brain that was terrified at the prospect of being at the sister’s mercy.

“You might as well relax, honey, this is the fun part. I think I’ll suck some tit,” said Venus. Venus leaned over Lara and stroked her brow. She lay down besides Lara and took Lara’s nipple in her mouth and sucked it gently. After a few moments of breast stimulation, Venus unfolded a three pack of still connected Trojan lubricated condoms.

“Lara, look what I found in your purse, Trojan-Enz. I’m glad you practice safe sex but this afternoon, you’re going bareback.”

“Tell Serena to stop, please, I don’t want to cum like this,” begged Lara ignoring Venus’s question and the condoms placed directly in front of her face.

“Talk to me, Lara, three rubbers in your handbag, the pre-lubricated ribbed type, and there’s a squeeze bottle of Astro-Glide. Lara honey, who you going to fuck with those rubbers, not that old man you’re married to? It would take him a month to go through a three-pack,” said Venus as she returned to sucking one of Lara’s nipples and gently squeezed the other.

“That’s my private business, “ sobbed Lara looking at the condoms. “Oh God, please leave my nipples alone and make Serena stop licking me. I don’t want to cum this way. It’s rape.”

“Better tell me or I might just bite this nipple off. Then that guy who was going to use those rubbers on you might loose his lunch when he discovers an ugly scar where your buds used to be,” said Venus who emphasized her statement by biting down hard on Lara’s nipple.

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ that hurt, Roy Simmons, he’s the tennis pro at the club. You don’t know him. This is driving me crazy,” said Lara.

“My, my, the high and mighty Lara Harding carrying her own rubbers and lube and spreading her legs for the hired help. Not the image of you I had. He fuck you on his desk or on a couch in his office?” asked Venus as she licked the side of Lara’s face and swirled her tongue in Lara’s ear.

“Stop that. Please stop,” whined Lara.

“I asked where he fucks you.” Venus emphasized her question by pinching Lara nipple hard.

“There’s a cot in case someone gets injured. It is in his office behind the pro shop. Please stop. Why are you doing this?” moaned Lara.

“For the simple reason you threatened to have the board suspend me for a year. But let’s stick to you and Roy for a moment. Do you suck his cock to get him hard?” asked Venus.

“I do whatever Roy wants,” said Lara looking defiant for a moment.

“You swallow his load too?” said Venus.

“Yes, sometimes.”

“I bet you even rim his brown hole like a pro. You get your tongue in his shitter and work it, don’t you,” said Venus as she made love with her mouth to Lara’s breasts. Below Serena’s mouth had wet Lara’s anus and the first joint of her index finger was slowly teasing Lara’s sphincter.

“The girl’s got a hungry asshole. You should see the way her brown eye’s grabbing my finger,” commented Serena.

“Now we know why you’re carrying a fresh tube of Astro-Glide. You’re a backdoor whore. Does this Richard have a big cock to pack your shit down?”

“Oh God yes, He fucks my ass,” said Lara who had begun to twist and moan in response to the intense stimulation she was receiving from the sisters.

“And does Mr. Harding know you’re fucking the tennis pro,” asked Venus painfully twisting one nipple as she sucked on the other.

“Yes, Ronald likes to watch. Sometimes he joins in. Roy is bi so he does us both,” wailed Lara almost out of her mind from the intense sensations emanating from her crotch and nipples.

“Just relax and go with the flow, Lara. Serena is eating you out because she loves pussy. I taught her to eat mine when she was just a little girl. She is so good at it. People tend to be good at things they enjoy. Don’t you agree?” asked Venus getting more aggressive about licking and sucking Lara’s nipples. Venus French kissed Lara and Lara responded by sucking on Venus’s tongue like it was a mini-cock.

“Yes, I agree. But why have you brought me here? Do you really think I will just drop the inquiry because Serena ate my cunt? Oh, God, I think I am going to cum,” whined Lara when she broke away from Venus’s kiss.

“When I learned about the inquiry I contacted my friend, Tyrone. I asked him to put together a program to convince you to stop. He’s awfully smart. Got a graduate degree from a big name college. Before the day is out, he guarantees me you will see things our way,” said Venus.

“Program, what kind of a program? This is insane. Ooh, that feels good. Yes, right there, right fucking there,” screamed Lara as Serena slide her fingers into Lara’s vagina and slowly passed the edge of her fingernail over Lara’s G-spot.

“She tastes so good and she’s so wet. I love the way her cunt smells. The odor keeps getting stronger as she sexes up. Her little asshole is sensitive too. I think it wants Serena’s other finger in there too,” said Serena looking up with her face slick with Lara’s pussy juice. Serena placed a second finger in Lara’s wet asshole.

“Oh, that’s right. Put your fingers in my ass. I’m almost there. Give it to me hard, Serena, suck my white pussy as you finger my ass, do it you black bitch, do it,” screamed Lara as she convulsed into an orgasm that shook her body for several seconds. At the very high point of her climax, Lara lost control of her bladder and a stream of piss arched into the air. Serena positioned her face in the watery path and opened her mouth to capture a quantity of the bright yellow fluid. When the flow ceased, Serena climbed up the bed to Lara’s mouth and kissed her allowing part of the golden fluid to dribble into Lara’s mouth. Venus brought her mouth to theirs and shared in Lara’s urine. At the very end, the three swallowed Lara’s urine.

“That makes us piss sisters, Lara,” said Venus as she slid off the bed to prepare for the next phase.