From: marty@ramlink.net (Radioman)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Funnel/ff twins ws
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 1996 08:09:36 -0500
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Message-ID: <marty-1101960809360001@hun22.ramlink.net>



  

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The Funnel

by Radioman



   Ever since our parents died in a car crash a few years ago,

my twin sister Rae and I have lived together in the house

that we inherited from them. I'm Fay and we're 26 years old,

blonde, and built for hot action. And we get plenty of it --

both with men and with ourselves. No matter who else we may

be fucking, piss is a big part of our sex life together. I

realize that twins who love each other's piss may sound

a little weird, but that's the way we are.

 

   Rae and I had always shared a bathroom growing up. Once

when we were about twelve, Rae was at the sink combing her

long hair. I was on the toilet and some perverted urge made

me ask her for the clear plastic cup in the toothbrush

holder. She handed it to me and I pressed it up against my

almost hairless pussy and said, "Watch this!"



   Wide-eyed she stared as I filled the cup up with my pungent

yellow piss. I kept the cup pressed to my cunt until it

overflowed into the toilet, soaking my pussy and hand.



   "What the hell are you doing?," asked Rae.



   "It feels so good. It's so hot against my cunt," I

answered. With that I pored my piss all over my small, but

growing breasts. It dripped onto my soaked pussy,

tickling 

me.   



   "Feel me," I said, "I'm all warm.   " 



   Rae came over and rubbed her hand all over my moistened

nipples, gradually slipping it down to my cunt. That was the

beginning of many a piss party between us.



   We drink it, bathe in it, soak our long blonde hair in it.

I piss on her face and she pisses on mine. We like to pass

piss back and forth in our mouths. After our parents died we

set up the bathroom as a pissitorium with special cups and

towels and even a custom-made plastic floor cover. I can't

remember the last time either of us took a natural piss when

the other one was home. However, we don't share our special

love with men; it's only for us.



   Recently Rae came home with this red plastic funnel with

a 3 foot spout, the long kind for automatic transmission

fluid.



   "Get in the bathroom," she ordered me. "I just drank four

beers and blew a guy for this." I didn't know what she had

in mind, but I knew it would be special. As we walked to our

private bathroom, I stripped off my clothes, letting them

drop where they may. Rae kept hitting at my tits with the

funnel spout, telling me to hurry along.

   

   We got to the bathroom and Rae told me lie on the floor on

my stomach. She undressed quickly, threw her clothes out

into the hallway and closed the door. I heard the medicine

cabinet door open and close. Rae knelt down next to me and

rubbed her hands over my ass. Then she spread my tight

cheeks. I could feel a Vasoline-coated finger going up my

asshole. Sooo good. When she tries hard enough, Rae can get

her whole hand up my ass.



   She did a good job this time, coating the inside of my

rectum as she finger-fucked me. Then she stood up, got 

her funnel and inched the end up my butthole. It didn't 

hurt because I'm used to things up my ass. Many a big 

ten inch cock has split me open. 



   "Don't move," said Rae, "I've got a special enema for you."

I could feel the end of the funnel moving around in my ass

as Rae positioned her cunt over the wide part up top. She

began to pee and I could feel my bowels fill with her hot

urine. What a feeling! Direct piss injection into the ass! I

couldn't believe we had never tried this. It was exactly

what we needed to make our lives complete.



   Those beers must have really filled her bladder, as the

piss just kept pouring out of her well-trimmed snatch. I was

in heaven as I raised my ass up a little to press the

spout deeper into my brown shithole. Her piss finally ran

out and she pulled the funnel out of my ass with a pop.



   "Keep lying there. Let my piss soak into you." She got down

next to me and covered my back with her kisses. After a

minute or two she stuck a finger up my ass and said, "It's

time to go sit on the toilet." 



   Keeping her hand between my legs, I sat down and started to

suck on her swollen nipples. I felt so full inside and

knowing that it was my beloved sister's piss causing the

pressure made me happier then I had ever been. At last she

took her finger out of my asshole and the piss and shit in

my bowels just spewed out into the toilet. She grabbed my

clitoris and frigged away. As my asshole opened to dump out

the last bit, I came, screaming. We hugged and cried,

knowing that we would become slaves to the funnel.



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