Co-Ed Tandem Beer Pissing Contest

As soon as he finished peeing, she leaned forward and peed again. He did even better this time. It seemed that she pissed well more than a mouthful this time, yet he was able to gulp it down without it getting close to filling his mouth.

She leaned back and he swallowed the rest of it. Then she leaned forward again, and pissed once again. It was getting easier to chug her piss, he realized. And she was pissing more piss and more often.

He had to pee again. And while he was peeing into the pipe, she leaned forward and started to fill his mouth. He clamped his groin muscles tight to concentrate on chugging her piss.

He continued after she finished and leaned back. But she leaned forward again only after he took a couple of breaths.

It became apparent that he would soon need to pee at the same time he was swallowing her piss while she was peeing into his mouth.

Indeed, his bladder had filled up again quickly. And it was becoming harder to breathe, now that he only had time to take one or two breaths between her pissing.

Of course, he had to pee again. Without thinking, he relaxed his groin muscles to let his pee flow while really concentrating on chugging her piss between breaths.

The rhythm of the thing became easy after a few more minutes. He still had to concentrate on swallowing Tameka's acrid nectar while holding his breath under the crushing weight of her crotch and ass on his face, but he started hearing other sounds from the room as time went on. He could hear the murmur of the spectators. He could hear, not only his own pee dribbling into the pitcher, but from the adjacent contestants as well. He wondered how close his pitcher was to being full, anyway. He had been peeing nearly as continuously as Tameka, and it surely must be close to full by now.

Then he heard a beeping sound in the distance, followed by a slight commotion. He heard Kathy's voice speak in the distance telling someone to let her partner catch his breath.

Still, Jack continued to drink Tameka's piss between breaths. Still, he continued to pee Tameka's piss into that pitcher under his ass.

Then, he felt a strange sensation against his nose, followed by a warmth inside his nasal cavity. Then the smell hit him. His nose, after all, was shoved up into Tameka's anus. She had just farted into his nose. How worse can this get? Jack wondered.

He then heard a collective gasp from the audience as a thump came from across the room. Kathy announced, "Emily and Bruce are out of the running, folks. Everyone's pitcher is about half full. It's going to be a close one tonight."

Only half full! How can that be? I can't keep this up much longer. This black amazon is crushing my head! If she farts again, I'm giving the safe-word, first prize be damned!

The rhythm continued. Jack took a breath between Tameka pissing into his mouth, while he pissed into the pipe at regular intervals.

Countless minutes passed until he heard another bell ring. Kathy announced, "We have our first winner, everyone! Eileen and Bernie. Congratulations!"

He heard Tameka mutter "Shit!" to herself through her body. She clamped her legs ever tighter against his head as she leaned forward and filled his mouth with ever more rancid liquid.

Of course, he pissed again as he had been doing frequently. A moment later, a bell ringing under his head startled him. At that moment, Tameka had been pissing into him. And if his head hadn't been pinned down under Tameka's full weight, he would have jerked up in surprise. He almost forgot to keep swallowing, as Tameka didn't stop her piss from flowing when the bell rang. Fortunately, he gulped it down before she filled his mouth.

He heard footsteps approach, then Kathy announced as Tameka leaned back to let him have a breath, "Congratulations to our second place winners, Tameka and Jack!"

Wow! Jack thought. I really won!

Tameka answered in a slurred voice, "Yeah, that's great! But I got to pee so bad." She leaned forward and peed again.

Kathy said, "Sure, I know how it feels. Just let me have your beer, and you can stay up there until you're all pissed out. I'm sure Jack won't mind."

The hell I don't mind! Jack thought to himself. He started to mumble the safe-word into Tameka's cunt -- but, damn! He forgot what it was.

At that moment, another couple won third place, and the contest was declared over.

Kathy and the other judge ushered the spectators out of the room, which became very quiet then.

However, Tameka remained seated on Jack's face for what seemed like the next half-hour or so. He could tell from piss dribbling into adjacent pitchers that he wasn't alone in his predicament. Gradually, her pisses were farther and farther apart. So was his, too.

A little after that, he heard Kathy ask, "How are we all doing, girls?"

Tameka finally said, "I think I can get down now, Kathy."

Jack heard Kathy's footsteps approach, and Tameka slid off Jacks face while Kathy steadied her.

For the first time in hours, Jack slowly inhaled a deep breath and let it out again. The lightheadedness he began to feel shortly after Tameka mounted him quickly faded. Tameka, on the other hand, was staggering over to a chair, assisted by Kathy.


Jack sat up and saw there was still one couple mounted. She looked dazed and drunk and like she was about to fall off any moment. Kathy came over and helped him off the bench. He took a step and staggered too.

"Careful!" Kathy said, "You've been drinking too, you know."

"Yeah, I thought I felt better when she got off, but, yeah, I feel a buzz, myself."

Kathy helped Jack over and sat him next to Tameka.

Tameka put her arm around his shoulder and said in a slurred voice, "Good job, bro! We won second prize."

"Yeah," Jack answered.

Kathy cam over to them and asked them to follow her back into the changing room. So Jack and Tamara, supporting each other, staggered back into the changing room and got dressed.

As they stood to leave, Tameka asked, "Say, uhm, what's your name again?"

"Jack."

"Say, Jack."

"What?"

"How'd you like to come home with me and be my toilet slave for the weekend?"

Jack thought about this for a second -- what the hell is a toilet slave?

"What, uhm, do I have to do?" he asked.

She answered, "You know, total toilet service to me."

Jack was still confused. Still, he mused, It might be fun to go home with her and play BDSM slave for a weekend. It's okay if she wants me to wash her toilet or whatever other chores she might have in mind. Just as long as I don't have to drink her piss again.

He said, "Okay."

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