We played a game last Saturday night that I like to call “Piss Sisters vs. Delivery Boy.” There was a bit of pre-season action, but I started keeping formal score when my doorbell rang. This is how the game started:
When the doorbell rang I had three fingers up my twin sister Mandy’s cunt and my tongue pressed hard against her clit. So you can guess how we’d been warming up. We were both wearing big floppy T-shirts and loose jogging shorts with plenty of access.
I left Mandy’s shorts rucked up and pulled to one side so that her pussy was lewdly displayed. She started to toy with her clit lazily as I got up.
I was very conscious of the wet smear over the lower half of my face as I opened the door.
Rod the delivery boy – his real name, and how great is that? I never met anyone called Rod before – was in severe and obvious discomfort, and I knew exactly why, because Mandy and I had been getting phone calls about Rod from our downstairs neighbors Kelly and Veronica for the last 45 minutes.
Here’s what happened to poor Rod in the pre-season:
Rod works at 5 Star Deli – “Best subs in town!” and he’s been dating one of the managers there, our very good friend Eve, for a couple months now.
Eve, Veronica, and I came up with the gameplan. We like to play at being evil geniuses.
At the end of Rod’s shift, Eve gave him two deliveries to our apartment building – an order from Mandy and me, and one from the girls on the floor below us.
Kelly answered the door, and pretended to have mislaid her wallet. They persuaded Rod to come into the apartment rather than wait on the landing, so all the cool air wouldn’t escape. They’re both serious swimmers with knockout bodies. In fact, they met at a swim meet – went from bitter rivals to tender lovers. Veronica closed the door, trapping him. Kelly had to bend over to look under just about everything in sight to see if her wallet might be there. She and Veronica both were wearing ultra micro mini skirts, clingy halter tops, and absolutely nothing else. Rod couldn’t help but get big heaping eyefuls of Kelly’s pretty red bush. When Veronica snuck into the bedroom to give us a quick update, she reported that Rod’s shorts were tenting spectacularly in no time. Eve had told us how impressive Rod’s cock is, but it was good to know she hadn’t exaggerated.
Rod is polite, thoughtful, and faithful almost to a fault, and pretty quickly he got the idea that maybe he should run upstairs and take care of his other delivery while Kelly kept looking for her money. He didn’t say it, but Veronica and I were pretty sure he also wanted to get away from the temptation of Kelly’s flagrant pussy-flashing. He was having some thoughts he didn’t think Eve would approve of (little did he know!). But Veronica kept herself between Rod and the door until they had their hooks in nice and deep so he couldn’t bolt. Kelly kept swearing it would just be another few seconds, that her wallet had to be right around here somewhere. “Ooh, maybe under the couch!” and that sort of thing. Veronica pointed out that they’d ordered only about 15 minutes ago, so Rod was nowhere near being late, and she even managed to get Rod to confess that there was no hot food in the other order – there hadn’t been time to cook anything hot, after all. So there was no rush.
Then Veronica went into phase 2 of our sinister plan. He looked so hot and miserable, she said. It was so hot outside! And Kelly had just made a big pitcher of lemonade. He could spare 5 minutes for a glass of lemonade, couldn’t he?
Of course, we all knew that Rod’s air conditioning was on the fritz, so he was hot and miserable. He wasn’t too hard to persuade.
Kelly really does make great lemonade, so after one glass it was pretty easy to get him to take another. Then Kelly said she was too thirsty to think straight. Maybe if she drank some lemonade she could remember where she put her damn wallet.
They all sat down in the living room together so Rod could get a good look at Veronica’s cunt. She keeps herself shaved porn-star bald, and she was already wet and open from the thrill of teasing Rod, not to mention from preliminary exercises with Kelly before Rod arrived.
Veronica excused herself after a few minutes, supposedly to go for a pee, but really to call Mandy and me to let us know how smoothly everything was going. She said she wanted to do a scientific study of whether guys got hotter for bare, trimmed, or bushy pussies. I told her I didn’t think guys agreed enough to make it worthwhile, but that it could be fun anyway. I said I’d help.
When she came back, she poured Rod a third tall glass without waiting for him to ask. She sat next to Kelly and they started to give him a bit of a show.
“Nothing too blatant,” Kelly whispered over the phone a few minutes later. “Hands on each other’s knees, my head on her shoulder, like that. Plenty of bedroom eyes.” She giggled. “I told him I had to ‘go tinkle,’ and he blushed. He’s really cute, for a guy.”
Eventually Rod had downed at least 5 or 6 glasses of lemonade, and the girls – who had abandoned even pretending to look for the wallet in favor of softcore lesbian action – had both supposedly gone off to relieve themselves twice each. Rod began to feel the natural urge you would expect, but it was tempered by the fact that watching Kelly and Veronica playing around kept him hard. Also, like I said, he’s polite to a fault, and he was still very conscious that he was a delivery boy and the girls were customers.
So he waited until he was already quite uncomfortable before he asked Kelly if he could use their restroom.
At this point, Kelly and Veronica pulled a big switch on him. Veronica raised her voice so we heard her right through the floor. Mandy and I stopped fingering each other and held still to listen. Mandy’s tummy spasmed with suppressed laughter under my cheek.
“Who do you think you are?” Veronica demanded. “What are you, some kind of freak?” She went on to tell him that he was invading their privacy and he better clear out pronto, or she’d have him fired.
In the middle of this tirade Kelly managed to pick up her wallet from where she hid it, and she thrust money into his hand while he gaped at her. “Give us our damn food and get out of here, creep!”
So when I opened the door, poor Rod was not only about to burst, he was confused and chagrinned. In the time he’d taken to stagger up the stairs, he’d probably managed to convince himself that he really had done something wrong, misunderstood something somehow.
I don’t think he even noticed the tableau we’d set up for him. Or if he did, maybe he figured it was safer not to react at all, in case we want psycho on him like Veronica and Kelly had. He gave us our bag of food, and Mandy went to put it in the fridge. We weren’t really hungry, not for sandwiches, anyway. I dawdled little bit paying him, because it was so much fun watching him jitter around. He really couldn’t stand still by this point.
This was the riskiest part of the game, because he might just bolt out of the apartment and go piss on our lawn, which would be a shame. But Eve hadn’t thought he would. “Not unless it were really dark,” she’d assured us. “Even then, I’m not sure.”
We didn’t take chances. We love our apartment! One call each from me and Veronica about someone we thought maybe we saw lurking in the parking lot, and brawny Phil the odd job man came around to install 6 brand new floodlights. Phil will actually tackle some pretty odd jobs – but, as they say, I digress.
Anyway, it paid off.
“I’m sorry to ask this,” Rod stammered, “But could I possibly use your restroom?” Piss Sisters: +5.
“Sure,” I said, cheerfully. “Right through here.”
“Thanks very much,” he said. He wasted no time. I heard the door latch – or so Rod thought – and then the little metallic click of the lock spinning. About a second I heard the familiar liquid hiss.
There’s a funny thing about our bathroom door – when you shut it, it clicks as if it’s latched, but it doesn’t engage at all. The slightest pressure will open the door. There’s a lock, but it’s not actually attached to anything at all. We called Phil the odd job man to help us fix it – or break it, if you prefer. Mandy and I don’t find a bathroom door that stays shut very convenient for our little games.
The sound of Rod urinating was the cue for Mandy’s first move.
“Oh God,” she shrilled. “Is someone in the bathroom? Maureen, who’s in the bathroom?”
“It’s just the delivery guy, Mandy,” I said calmly. “No biggie.”
“Fuck! I’m absolutely going to explode.”
This wasn’t too hard to believe, since I’d personally watched Mandy chug more than 12 glasses of water in the past hour.
“I’m sorry!” Rod gasped from behind the door. “I’ll be just as quick as I can.” Delivery Boy: +10 (for doing his best to be heroic and proper).
“Maybe you could go downstairs,” I suggested.
“Those uptight lesbos!” Mandy spat. “I’d rather pee my shorts.” Mandy only waited about 2 more seconds before she burst in on Rod.
“I’m really sorry,” she fibbed as she climbed into the tub. “I swear can’t wait another second. Just ignore me.”
I’m sure Rod probably tried to stop pissing just then – Delivery Boy: +8 for effort – but obviously, he couldn’t. He mumbled something that sounded like, “Gah.” I moved to stand to the side of the door. I could see things pretty well in the mirror over the sink.
Rod was standing directly over the toilet bowl, his hands pointing his cock straight down. I don’t know why more men can’t figure out this simple expedient for reducing splashes – not that I cared in this case. Delivery Boy: +6 anyway. His wide stance showed his ass to good advantage. Of course, Mandy didn’t pull the shower curtain or take her shorts down. In fact, she stood up on the ledge of the tub, straddling the back corner, so I could see her better. She leaned back and let loose, rubbing frantically at her pussy.
“Oh,” she moaned. “Oh, yeah, that feels so good. So fucking good!”
I gave Rod credit – Delivery Boy: +5 – for holding out more than most men probably would, but Mandy’s near-orgasmic sounds proved more than he could resist. Plus, by this time he may have had an inkling that something was up. Eve has been sharing her impressive porn collection with Rod. Their bedtime stories lately have included classic Kathy Andrews novels full of incest and piss action, so she’s gauged his reaction to the watersports material. He seems embarrassed to admit it, which strikes me as weird – Eve has the stuff lying around her apartment, after all – but apparently it makes his cock dance.
Anyway, whatever he was thinking, or not thinking, he turned to see at my sister masturbating and pissing furiously. His torso twisted with him, so his cock and the stream of his urine turned toward the tub and his piss splashed on Mandy’s ankles. Piss Sisters: +10.
Mandy didn’t want him having any second thoughts.
“Yeah, fucking piss on me, that’s so hot!”
Just then I heard the front door open. I looked away to see Eve slip in, right on schedule. I put my finger to my lips in a gesture for silence. She stripped as quickly as she could, throwing her clothes on the couch, then she tiptoed up behind me and put her chin on my shoulder so she could watch too. Soon I felt her hand moving against my ass cheeks as she frigged herself urgently.
Mandy finally yanked her sudden shorts down, and pulled her cunt lips open. “Piss on my pussy,” she urged him. “Piss on my cunt!”
Rod directed his flow where she asked. Piss Sisters: +10. Even half-hard, he was quite large.
Mandy was still pissing strongly herself. She cupped her hands to catch her wetness and his as they mingled. She splashed it over her shirt, then licked the palms of her hands.
“Wanna see my tits?” she asked. “Wanna piss on my tits?”
I held my breath, and I think Eve did too because her hand stilled for a second. This was another crucial move. Rod had been very passive up ‘til now. He could theoretically tell someone that it was all just a strange sort of accident. I tried not to laugh as I imagined him talking to a buddy in a bar. “She seemed to like it, and I’d already got some on her, so I figured I might as well finish up,” he might say. “What a weird scene! I zipped up and got out of there as soon as I could.”
Of course, I knew the scene I imagined was absurd. But more importantly, if he stopped now, Rod could lie to himself.
But he didn’t.
“Yeah,” he said. His voice was very raspy and sexy. Mandy had asked him two questions, so he answered them both. “I wanna see your tits. I wanna piss on them.” Piss Sisters: +30!
Mandy gave him a huge grin and peeled her shirt over her head.
“Do it.”
Eve and I watched as he angled his cock up and a golden parabola of urine splattered against Mandy’s breasts. She angled them both into the jet. Mandy’s a bit jealous of my tits, and I sometimes tease her about it – for better or for worse, I get stared at on the street more than she does. But if hers are on the small side, they’re perfectly formed. I’d be furious if she ever got implants. Mandy rubbed the piss over her tits like it was an anointing oil, then she passed her wet hands over her face and through her hair.
Eve’s mouth was right by my ear and her whisper was moist and hoarse. “Your sister is so filthy, I could cream just watching her.”
I gave Eve a cunty finger to suck, by way of saying I agreed.
Mandy stepped down from the tub ledge, and positioned her mouth to catch his flow. Rod gasped audibly at that, but he didn’t stop.
Mandy turned her head from side to side a little, letting his urine splash on both her checks. It ran down her face and onto her perfect little tits and it took all my self-control not to jump in there and lick it off her.
Rod was still going strong, but Mandy’s first flood was slowing to a trickle. She reached behind herself to slide a piss-slicked finger up her ass. Eve gasped and I felt her start to shudder against my back as she reached her first climax of the evening – unless she’d frigged herself in the car already. Come to think of it, she probably had. Mandy and Rod were way too busy to notice.
When Rod’s flow finally started to slacken, Mandy bent down, then knelt in the tub to follow the decreasing arc of his piss. She extended her tongue to lick a stray drop from his glans, then sucked his whole head eagerly into her mouth.
At this point Rod seemed suddenly to recall himself. He shook his head as if he were trying to clear it.
“Oh, God,” he mumbled as he watched his cock hardening in my sister’s mouth, “No, I can’t, I’ve got a girlfriend.” And he actually stepped back from her, pulling himself out of her mouth. I have never seen a guy turn down a blowjob from Mandy – not after she started, anyway. I was impressed, even though I thought his logic was fucked up. I mean, pissing on a girl while she jerks off isn’t cheating, but getting sucked is? Still, he was trying to be faithful in the face of serious temptation. Delivery Boy: +40.
“Hi, Rod,” Eve said. Her voice was still shaky from her recent come.
I pushed the door the all the way open so we could fully appreciate the look of shock on Rod’s face as he turned around. It was priceless. Next time, I thought to myself, I’ve got to use a camera.
He was completely speechless, but Eve was merciful. She didn’t leave him hanging long.
“It’s okay,” she soothed. “You can play with Mandy and Maureen – as long as I can too.”
He still seemed a little unsure. “Go on,” she urged. “Fuck her face.”
He finally stepped toward Mandy again. His erection had flagged when Eve busted him, but under my twin sister’s attentions it sprang back quickly.
Eve and I exchanged a few deep kisses while we looked on. Rod couldn’t figure out what to look at.
Eve leaned away. “I want to lick your sister’s pissy cunt,” she told me. She started to step into the tub. The way Mandy was kneeling, though, Eve would be sure to get a crick in her neck. And I wanted some action too.
“Let’s go into the playroom,” I suggested. “We’ll all be more comfortable.”
Mandy and I love piss games, but sometimes you just want to crawl in between warm dry sheets without having to do laundry first. So we have one bedroom that’s pretty much your garden variety non-fetish area where we can sleep, cuddle, and have hot girl-girl incest action of the more normal variety. We wet that bed only on very special occasions.
We’ve basically piss-proofed the rest of the apartment so we can be as dirty as we want without permanently damaging too many things. A dom friend of ours sends her clients over to clean it whenever want. The second bedroom – we call it the playroom – is the pièce de résistance.
The floor is built to slant up toward the walls and door, and we can drain the room automatically, or even flush it with disinfectant if we’re feeling squeamish. There’s a huge bed in there with a waterproof mattress pad. It’s twice the size of a king, which means we have to order custom fittings, but believe me, it’s worth it. Sometimes we use rubber sheets, but we also love the squelch of piss-soaked cotton. Plus it feels dirtier to wet something that wasn’t designed for it. Last week we had our favorite bordello-red sheets on the bed.
Mandy literally led Rod into the playroom by his cock, and Eve and I staggered after them, groping each other’s ass.
Mandy pushed Rod down flat on his back and lay down across him to take his hardness deep into her throat. Eve went diving between her legs immediately. The poor woman hasn’t gotten to eat any pussy since she and Rod have been exclusive. Mandy pulled her knees up a little to give Eve plenty of room to work and cooed happily around Rod’s prick
I was feeling overdressed by now, so I pulled off my shirt and shorts. I pinched and twisted my nipples for a few seconds while I tried to figure out what I wanted to do next. I could sit on Rod’s face, or I could eat Eve. If I were assertive about urging people to shift position a little, I could probably manage both simultaneously.
I was still trying to decide when I heard voices behind me.
“Knock-knock,” said Veronica. She gave my ass a little slap.
“Is this a private party,” Kelly murmured, “or can anyone come?”
I turned around to kiss them both hello. They took over pinching my nipples for me, so I slid my hands up beneath their skirts, along their long smooth swimmers’ thighs.
“You girls are a sight for sore distended clits,” I said when we stopped for breath.
Kelly grabbed my hands and marched me back until my calves bumped the bed. Veronica swept my feet out from under and me and knocked me back onto the bed. I mentioned that they’re athletes, right? There’s no resisting that pair – not that I would want to.
I was lying a foot or so from Rod. I looked over at him. He’d clearly lost his embarrassment. He was propping his head up with his elbow. His eyes darted between the sight of Mandy’s lips bobbing up and down on his shaft and his girlfriend’s face buried between Mandy’s legs.
Kelly jumped up on the bed. She stood over me, straddling my tits. She pulled her cunt lips open. Some girls are pinker than others, and I’ve never seen a pinker pussy than hers.
“You know what I’m going to do to you?” she asked teasingly.
“God, yes, give it to me,” I urged.
Kelly started to piss on me, a nice strong stream, all over my face and my neck. I opened my mouth to the warm salt taste of her.
When she finished I rubbed a hand over my face to moisten it.
I held it out over Rod’s face, letting him decide and he sat up a fraction to lick Kelly’s piss from my fingers. Piss Sisters: +25!
Then he sagged back down and his eyes shut tight. His head tilted backwards, pushing his chest up a little and a he let out a long low groan– “F-u-u-u-ck!” – as he began to come. Delivery Boy: +100.
Kelly sank down onto her knees, her pussy just above my cunt. She frigged herself so that the back of her hand rubbed against my clit. Veronica stood up on the bed, facing Kelly. I looked up at Veronica’s ass as she pissed onto her girlfriend’s face and chest. The liquid ran down Kelly’s body and into my stomach, down into my pubic hair. I felt it warmly pooling under my ass.
When Veronica was done pissing she sank down to almost smother me with her pussy. I licked at her eagerly. I love to lick stray urine from a pussy and feel the taste slowly change on my tongue from piss to cunt cream.
Then I kind of lost track of what was going on since I couldn’t see anything, and with Veronica’s thighs around my ears I could barely hear. I know Mandy came hard at some point, and another woman, too. I wasn’t sure if it was Kelly or Eve or even how many times I heard a woman orgasm. I was pretty distracted.
I was licked for a while, then finger-fucked, then some of each. I needed to piss badly, but I wanted to tease myself a little longer. The tension kept me on a delicious plateau of almost-but-not-quite coming for an agonizingly long time.
Veronica came hard, her clit pulsing against my tongue and juice running down my chin. She gasped wordlessly for half a minute, then raised herself up so I could take a deep breath. “I’m going to piss again,” she warned me just before she drenched my neck and tits.
She rolled above me away and I propped my head up on her thigh and caught up on the action.
Eve’s lips were pursed around my clit and I was stuffed with her fingers.
Rod had apparently already gotten hard again because his cock was buried in my sister’s ass. Since we knew he had a clean bill of health, she hadn’t bothered with a condom – a rare treat for us. She was riding him reverse-cowgirl style, and Kelly was licking Mandy’s pussy and rubbing her own.
“I need to ‘tinkle,’” she announced suddenly. She stood up slowly. She looked down at Rod with a peculiar expression on her face as she placed her feet on either side of his head. Kelly is supposedly completely not into men, but lately she seems increasingly curious about them. Even 2 months ago, I don’t think Veronica and I could have talked her into teasing Rod the way she did.
This time Rod didn’t blush. He boldly stared up Kelly’s skirt, which was sopping wet by this time.
“Want me to tinkle?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Rod said. Piss Sisters: +25.
Kelly started pissing on his chest first, so that it ran down toward his cock. Then slowly she shifted so her stream tracked slowly up toward his neck and then onto his face. He was tentative and kept his mouth closed at first. But after his tongue crept out to taste her, he opened his mouth wide. She grinned down at him. She pulled her skirt up with one hand and strummed the other across her clit. “Coming,” she sang out. “Coming, coming, coming!”
The sight and feel and taste of this clearly sent Rod over the edge. His hips pumped up into Mandy urgently and rapidly.
“Whoa,” she said appreciatively. She’s very verbal when she peaks, but she doesn’t always make much sense. “Fuck my ass like that! Fucker, fuck, fuck it! Coming too! I’m coming too!”
Eve had been teasing me now for just about as long as I could stand, and I think she knew it. She raised her head from my pussy. Her fingertips brushed my g-spot with what seemed infinite slowness. She waited until Rod’s cock slid out of my sister’s ass. Mandy rolled away to snuggle with Kelly. Eve finally caught her boyfriend’s eye.
“Wanna see me get pissed on?” she asked huskily. “Wanna see me drink girl piss?”
“Yeah.” (I’d given up keeping score by now. Like I said, I was distracted.)
Eve slid her fingers out of me gently, then she grabbed my hands and pulled me into a sitting position at the edge of the bed. Hands from behind me wrapped around my thighs and pulled them wide open, curled around my back to play with my tits. I felt little wet kisses on the nape of my neck.
Eve slid out of the bed and got down between my legs.
I was dimly aware of Rod somewhere to the side of me, leaning forward to watch.
Eve let me have her tongue again for a few seconds. I was so worked up I started twitching almost immediately. She gave me her fingers in a single strong stroke and I was gone, somewhere way over the edge. When I come really hard I forget where I am, almost who I am. As I came back to myself a fraction, my bladder let go, and the torrent poured onto Eve’s face and ran down her body. The sense of relief was so strong and good that it got tangled in my orgasm and I felt like I was coming for minutes on end.
It left me wracked and drained, tingly-toed, and then, suddenly, inescapably drowsy. I wasn’t aware of falling back onto the bed or closing my eyes.
Sometime later I woke up, damp and sticky, feeling very deliciously slutty and naughty. Everyone else seemed to be asleep. Kelly and Veronica were cuddled up together, and Eve and Rod were spooning. Mandy’s arm was draped across my breasts. I slid out from under it slowly so as not to disturb her.
We have a nice big shower off of the playroom, more custom work. It fits at least eight close friends comfortably, and probably more. Someday we’ll find out.
I was just rinsing off and my eyes were shut against the soap when Mandy slipped in with me.
“Hope the water running didn’t wake you,” I said.
“Nah,” she said, stretching as she stepped into the spray. “I was only half asleep.”
That was about when I noticed Mandy was wearing a strap on.
I must have been making some noise because it wasn’t long after that that Kelly and Veronica found us too. They brought a couple toys each, and we wound up turning off the water so we wouldn’t get all wrinkly-skinned. We were definitely making enough noise to wake up almost anyone at that point, and Eve and Rod joined us soon. Eve was recovered enough for more action and Rod was at least ready to watch more action.
To make a long story short, we wound up taking our time in the shower. We got pretty damn dirty once more before we turned the water back on to get clean again.
Even then, rubbing each other down with big fluffy towels created more opportunities for some misbehavior.
Eventually Kelly and Veronica tottered off downstairs together. Eve and Rod were too wiped out to go home, so we pulled out the sofa bed for them.
“God,” Mandy murmured into my neck, when we tumbled into our own bed, “That was amazing. We’re never going to top that.”
Mandy always underestimates me. The night had been fucking great all right, but I was already working on a plan to top it. I didn’t want to give too much away, so I didn’t answer Mandy out loud. I just nuzzled up against her and sighed. But here’s what I was thinking. It’s so hot when people do things they’re not sure they want to do. It’s so hot when they get surprised by how much they like them. I want to watch Eve watch her straight boyfriend suck some dick. Then I want to see at least one man-cock sliding into Kelly. I’m pretty sure I can pull it all off and leave everybody drained, blissful, and guilt-free. I have the germ of a plan, and I bet Veronica can help sort out the details..
But that’s a different game.
In the meantime, you probably want to know the final standing of this one. I might have neglected to mention it, but we score on a curve around here. Piss Sisters:100%. Delivery Boy:100%.
The way we like to play, everybody wins.