Enjoy it

You open your eyes after an amount of time which completely escapes you. The large, soft breasts of Lola, now having completely outgrown her sports bra which hangs around her neck like an ornament, greet you. You open your mouth, and with a high pitched groan from Lola release a stiff niple surrounded by a reddish-blue hicky.

Your cock still feels wonderful, still encased in a tight, fleshy embrace, but there's no movement anymore, no twitching of the esophagus. You glance down at the mouth wrapped around the base of your giant cock, at Shantana, who is still being dilligently held against you by Lola who has not allowed her to retreat from your dick for an instance. The black girl, her mouth completely ajar to accomodate for the girth of your member, her lips still impossibly covered in lipstick despite the gallons of cum all over her body, has her eyes rolled back into her head. At some point she must have passed out as Lola didn't even give her the breathing breaks you usually employ to avoid just such a situation. And even after this, the latina hadn't let the bimbo out. Your enjoyment was too important for her.

"I love you." you whisper to Lola.

"I love you too, babe" she whispers back, lovingly grinding Shantana's face against you. The bimbo's nose blows bubbles of cum against your belly every time her body manages to take a breath.

"I got to pee" you suddenly realize out loud. It's a strange feeling, an urge that is so pedestrian. It's somehing you don't think you've felt for a while. Like hunger, you thought this bodily function too had become largely subsumed under your sexual gratification. Blowjob Universe didn't strike you as a place where you need to eat and use the restroom if you didn't want to. So why did you need to urinate? Why did you, at some level of subconscious, want to?

Lola answers your silent question: "Sure, babe, just use Lola's mouth. Just let go, no inhibitions."

You groan at the idea, letting loose another strand of cum into the **** body which reacts with an involuntary gag, but not much more. That gives you pause, however. You frown, trying to formulate a thought.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Lola asks, immidiately worried about your change in attitude. "Not enough stimulation?" she starts yanking Lola's limp head back and forth on your cock, almost in desparation. "Better, sweety?"

The movement does feel good, but that's not it. You strain to think as Lola works up a sweat jerking you off with Shantana's mouth. Then you understand.

"She's no good!" you exclaim, suddenly.

"No good?" there's real worry in Lola's voice

"She's ****." you explain. "She wouldn't even notice me pissing in her throat. She wouldn't taste it, it wouldn't even bother her. What's the point?"

"I mean..." starts Lola, but you interrupt her.

"I need someone who is aware of what's going on." you say. "I need someone who understands that I am releaving myself into their stomach, and who will do it anyway."

Lola bites her lips in indecision.