By NAMB
Copyright 2020 by NAMB all rights reserved
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Condom Redemption - 3
Packet 5
Cissy
and I were not alone in the house often. Our parents were around most
of the time, even on the weekends. We only had the house to ourselves
about one Saturday a month. Because of this, we often did things at
Donna’s house.
However, this package redemption took place in my very own bedroom.
I knew that I was constantly subjected to being naked and jerking off
for Donna and my sister, but I just didn’t know when and what form it
would take.
I was playing games on my computer when Cissy
and Donna walked in on me. Since our new relationship, Cissy had ceased
the courtesy of even knocking.
I knew that this intrusion
was just the prelude to another humiliation but before I could ask
Cissy what she wanted, she said, “I hear that boys look at pornography
on the computer
“Well, maybe,” I replied trying not to commit myself to anything.
“What about you? What kind of pornography do you look at? Don’t tell me
that you don’t do it or I’ll make you log on and then I’ll drive. I’m
still going to make you log on and show us, but you can drive and show
us what you are willing to show us.”
“But you’re girls!”
“I would have thought that after 12 years, you would have figured out that I’m a girl by now.
I’ve seen Donna, I’ll vouch for her, she’s a girl too.”
“No I don’t mean that.”
“I know what you mean. Just because we are girls doesn’t mean we are
not interested in sex. We’re just curious, that’s all. Besides, I think
it would be cool to know what turns you on.”
“Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, there’s stuff out there that even grosses me out.”
“Which is why we’ll let you drive. If we ask you to click on a site and
you don’t think we should see it, we’ll honor that request … but don’t
abuse the privilege or we will pry deep.”
My sister was a
smart girl. She could have chosen to have me log on and then take
control and stumble around looking for things or she could let me give
her the guided tour. I knew that I had to show her something and enough
of it to keep her and Donna satisfied.
I really didn’t have
a choice, so I logged in. While the girls were interested in what sites
I went to and even copied down some of the URLs, they did not ask for
my login credentials. I guess they planned on making accounts of their
own.
As it was, most of the sites were equally
incriminating. If I was going to show them one, I might as well show
them everything. There were a few sites so bad that even I didn’t visit
them anymore. I would avoid them. I started off with the blandest sites
I knew. Mostly they showed pictures of naked women. The girls were
mildly interested in those sites.
As I got deeper into my “virtual stash” there were more and more sex scenes.
“Yuck!” Donna exclaimed as the first of many blow jobs appeared on the screen.
“Would you rather see it the other way around?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean a man licking a woman ‘down there.’ We’ll get to that eventually.”
“Men do that?” She asked incredulously.
The girls were so much in control of my sex life that it did not occur
to me that they could even be remotely naïve about sex. “They do.
You’ll see,” was all I said.
The girls made comments about
the sex scenes and even I admitted that it looked like they were too
“staged.” I was quick to add, “Mary Ellen and I don’t do it like that.
We take our time. I respect Mary Ellen. She’s not just some ‘fuck toy’
to me. I really have to like a girl if I want to have sex with her.”
The girls were also turned off by the heavily pierced, heavily tattooed
actors and actresses. They seemed to prefer a more “natural look.” I
agree with them there.
They insisted that I linger on the
sites that featured lesbian action. I liked that too, but perhaps for a
different reason than the girls.
“Do you have any stuff with guys doing stuff with guys?” Donna asked.
“I’m not gay, but …” I opened up a video that featured frottage: guys
rubbing cocks together. Cissy said, “You got to send me that link.” I
think it was the full-screen penis views that they liked. It was a
compilation, so it was a quick succession of rub, rub, rub, squirt,
squirt, squirt: two penises at a time, and sometimes more.
There were also sites that featured female domination and the girls
insisted that I linger on and explore these sites in depth.
Cissy asked, “You have an erection. Does this excite you. Would you like women to do those things to you?”
I was honest. “I’m not sure I’d actually like to do that. I find it
intriguing, but the women look too hard and some are outright cruel.
Also, I’m not into physical pain.
I like the ones where the
women look like normal women and they only thing going on is maybe the
men are naked and jerking off for them.”
“Oh,” Cissy remarked, “sort of like when Donna and I watch you jerk off.”
“I kind of wish I had more control over that. I don’t like the idea of being told when and when I cannot do it.”
“I think you get off on it. Admit it, being embarrassed by being naked
in front of Donna and me while we have all our clothes on makes you
hot.”
I did not want to make a flat denial since it wasn’t
the truth and I knew it. “Well maybe a little. It’s unusual, that’s
what makes it … fun.”
The girls giggled at my admission.
We finished the computer tour with a stop by a site that featured
stories about forced nudity: mostly of boys by girls. They asked me to
show them some of the stories.
“You can find these stories
scattered around the internet, but this site seems to have the highest
concentration in one place.”
I just realized that I admitted
that I looked for these kinds of stories. I was now sure that they
thought I was some kind of a pervert.
“And now it’s time for
you to ‘fill’ another condom.” Cissy stated. Find a video that you like
and jerk off to it while Donna and I watch.
I picked a video
of a somewhat overweight woman giving a man a blow job. The only thing
was is that she never took so much as the head of his penis in her
mouth. Instead she used her lips and tongue to stimulate the shaft and
frenulum of the organ.
It was a slow, drawn-out and teasing
process. The man’s penis was dripping pre-cum from frame one and she
kept coaxing it out drop by drop for over 18 minutes.
“That doesn’t look so bad,” Donna admitted. “I think when the time comes and I have a boyfriend, I might be able to do that.”
I did not last the 18 minutes. However, the girls insisted that we all watch the video to completion.
As I was cleaning up my mess, the girls compared notes and made sure
they had a list of URLs for further “study.” It was my turn to think of
them as a pair of tween pervs.
They each got up and gave me a kiss before leaving.
“Thanks, big brother,” Cissy said as she tossed me the package. “Give Mary Ellen our love.
C’mon, Donna. We have a lot of stories to read.”
Packet 6
“It’s about time for another condom adventure,” Cissy said. “Donna and
I were on the internet to some of the sites you showed us and we found
some articles on fetishes.”
Already, I did not like the way this conversation was going.
“I don’t understand it,” Cissy said, “How can boys get off on things
like shoes, or rear ends or other things about girls that have nothing
to do with sex?”
“I don’t know,” I responded. “I never really thought about it.
You mentioned shoes. Don’t girls have fetishes about them?”
“No, that’s different. There’s no such thing as ‘too many shoes.’ It’s
all about fashion. It’s not like they turn us on sexually. I mean, they
can make us feel sexy, but we don’t have the hots for them like some
boys do.
How about you? Do you like shoes?”
I blushed and Cissy picked up on it. “You do notice girls’ shoes, don’t you?”
“Well, it’s not just the shoes, it’s the whole outfit. I like the
casual look on girls: a top, shorts and sneakers. I think that girls
dressed like that are … well, as you said, sexier?”
“I never
thought of that. I always thought boys like girls who were dressed up
with skirts and stuff or maybe skimpily dressed in a bikini or
something.”
“I like that too, but I think the appeal for
casual outfits goes back to the time when we were kids: you got dressed
like that to play. It was fun. Girls dressed like that were less
threatening.
Also …”
“Also what?”
For some strange reason I felt like I had to be honest with my sister.
“OK, I’ll tell you. But you promise that you won’t tell Donna or anyone else.”
“I promise about everyone else, but Donna is my bestie.”
I sighed and she took it as my consent.
“Do you know Betty Anne Miller and Susan Simmons?”
“Aren’t they girls in your class?”
“Yes.”
“Well what about them.”
“It happened back in the first grade. The three of us were in Susan’s
house for some reason. We were I the playroom downstairs and I made the
announcement that I had to go to the bathroom and the two girls asked
if they could watch. At that age, I didn’t see any reason why not, so I
let them. They were dressed for play and somehow that stuck in my mind.
So now when I see girls dressed like that, it reminds me of
that incident. Although it seemed to be completely innocent at the
time, I get embarrassed when I think about it now.”
Cissy surprised me with her response. “That’s sweet!”
“Sweet that I embarrassed myself in front of a couple of girls; girls in my class no less?”
“No, sweet nice that you trust me so much to tell me that story.”
Cissy was silent for a while. She then went on, “So is there anything else you like about girls, I mean besides their boobs?”
“I don’t know. To tell you the truth, I’m not that much of a boob man.
They look nice on girls, but it’s the overall body that counts. A
girl’s breasts should ‘fit’ her. I don’t know how to explain it better
than that.
If I had to pick a part of a girl that appeals to
me, I like to go ‘South of the Border:’ I like a girl’s well-rounded
butt and their feet can be good looking.”
“Why? Don’t boys have butts and don’t they have feet as well?”
“I don’t know. I can’t explain it. Girls just seem to be wider in the
caboose. Maybe it’s the hips but it appeals to me. Also girls’ feet
look more delicate and boys don’t put nail polish on their toes.”
“So if a girl asked you to kiss her ass, would you?”
“The butt itself? Yeah. It be a bit kinky, but I think I’d like that. I won’t go anywhere near her anus though.”
“Gross!” Cindy said with a face that was screwed up. “I mean the
asshole part. I wouldn’t mind having my ass cheeks kissed tough.
How about feet. Would you kiss them?”
“If they were clean, I’d think about it.”
I had to admit this talk was turning me on. I was thinking about doing
things with Mary Ellen rather than my sister, but if I could learn on
my sister and Donna, then I could surprise my girlfriend with my new
skills.
“OK, I’m going to get dressed and go over to Donna’s we have some things to talk about. Meet us there at 2.”
-=o=-
I went back to my computer and lost myself in a game. I could hear
Cissy clambering about. I heard her shout to mom and dad, “I’m going
over to Donna’s. I’ll be back for dinner.”
I left shortly
before 2 and walked the couple of blocks to Donna’s house. Cissy never
told me, but I figured that it was important that I be on time for
these events.
I rang the bell and Cissy answered the door.
She was wearing a top, some tight and very short shorts and her
sneakers. When I got in, I noticed that Donna was dressed the same way.
Even though it was her own house, she had her shoes on.
I guess my sister couldn’t wait to tell Donna about my first grade adventures with my female classmates.
Instead of going to Donna’s room like I expected, we went down to her playroom.
Cissy said, “I want you to go to the bathroom, take it out and make
pee. Donna and I are going to watch.” She was making me reenact my
embarrassing moment.
It had the desired effect and I was already erected by the time I got my penis out of my fly.
“Leave it out,” my sister commanded and added, “In fact, take off all your clothes.”
As I was doing this, Cissy explained, “Donna and I discussed fetishes.
We decided that we would absolutely love to have you kiss our asses.
However, we don’t want to expose ourselves to you. So we’ll just bend
over and you will kneel behind us and kiss them through our shorts.
It won’t be like the real thing, but it will be symbolic enough.” She ended with a giggle.
I felt funny as first Donna and then Cissy stood and bent over to
present their shorts-clad asses to me. I dropped to my knees behind
them bent forward and planted a series of kisses up and down each
buttocks cheek. It was silly and both girls giggled as I did it.
Yet it was a submissive act, the second the girls made me do and I was only in the house less than 10 minutes.
Both acts were very simple but it wasn’t what I did, but the reason why
I was doing it that counted. I was doing it to please a couple of
girls.
It didn’t take long to do both these tasks to the girls’ satisfaction. They were eager to move onto the main event.
“Donna and I decided to try foot worship,” Cissy announced as easily as
if she were telling me that they decided to play a board game. I had no
doubt who would be doing the worshiping.
As usual, Donna went first. She slipped off her sneakers.
I looked at my sister. “We agreed that I would only do this on clean feet.”
In actuality we agreed on no such thing. I merely mentioned that I would think about doing it if the girl’s feet were clean.
Donna rolled her eyes, but Cissy came to the rescue. “Go ahead and
humor him; go ahead and wash your feet. I’ll wash mine when it’s my
turn.”
I was grateful for my sister’s intercession.
Donna returned, sat down on her chair and swung her leg to rest on the
seat of another chair. He commanded me, “Get down on all fours and come
over here.” Even though she didn’t specify where “here” was, I knew
exactly where to go. I crawled over to face her feet.
“Good boy,” she smiled. “Why don’t you smell them?”
I put my nose to her toes and breathed in deeply. My penis quivered and
I could feel a drop of precum oozing out. Even though the girls rinsed
their feet off there was still a faint smell
“Tell me what you smell.” she asked.
“They smell nice.” I answered.
“That’s not what I asked,” she scolded, “I didn’t ask you if you liked
smelling them. I asked you to describe to me what you smell.”
“I smell sweat ... and canvas ... and rubber ... and something else ... it’s sort of sweet smelling.”
“That’s better,” I said. “Would you like to kiss them?”
My penis answered before my mouth could respond. I could feel it jump like a puppy when asked if it wanted to go for a walk.
“Go ahead,” she smiled, “You have my permission.”
The game was on. I leaned forward and gently kissed each big toe. “Oh
come now,” she encouraged me, “Don’t be so bashful. You don’t want the
rest of ‘the girls’ to get jealous, do you?” She wiggled her toes to
indicate which “girls” she was talking about.
She placed each of her ten toes gently and deliberately at my lips.
“Mmmm, that’s better,” she purred. “Do you know how to ‘French Kiss?’”
I nodded and went to work as she had ordered. I took one of her little
toes into my mouth. I sucked on it for about a minute when she
suggested,. “Why don’t you run your tongue around it.”
Apparently she read up on foot worship. She let me practice this for a
couple of minutes before continuing my lesson. “Have you ever eaten
shrimp?” she asked.
I said nothing and she continued.
“You have to suck it out of the shell. You have to use your tongue, lips and teeth. – Why don’t you try it with my toe?”
I practiced for a while and she suggested that I move on to her other nine toes.
“That was pretty good,” she allowed as I finished up the last of my
“shrimp.” “Now, what I want you to do is use that tongue of yours on
the spaces between my toes. Make believe that the space is my pussy and
your tongue is your dick. I want you to fuck the spaces between my toes
with your tongue.”
Hearing dirty language from the lips of
this innocent-looking girl was mildly shocking but added pleasantly to
the sexual “edge” that was building between us.
Judging from
her sighs, she was enjoying this immensely. “You have a very talented
tongue,” she concluded, “Now I want you to flick it from side to side
across the joints under my toes.”
“MMM, nice ... now it’s
time for you to give me a general licking.” She directed me to lick her
arch and instep and around my ankle. By this time I had a drool of
precome that reached to the floor.
My sister said, “I hate to break this up but we only have so much time and I want my turn.”
Cissy assumed the position my Donna just vacated. I went to work on her
feet with as much enthusiasm as I had for Donna’s feet.
By
the time I finished with her. Both my tongue and penis were aching: the
tongue from fatigue and the penis from being hard for what had to have
been at least 45 minutes.
“Nice work, Richie,” my sister
chided. “Now if you’ll be a good boy and do exactly what I say, I will
let you have your reward.”
She now directed me to sit in the
chair formerly occupied by her legs. She had me sit on my hands and
wrap my legs around the front legs of the chair. This pushed my mid
section forward and thrusted my penis towards her. I could not be more
vulnerable.
She put both feet on my lap with the balls of
her feet on my shaft and her toes gently caressing the head. First she
rolled her feet and toes around coating them with my precum. Once she
deemed that she had the lubrication she needed, she went to work in
earnest alternately pumping her feet and moving my penis from foot to
foot.
Every time she bore down with her foot to push it she
wiggled her toes. I was a most unusual sensation. She was stimulating
my penis with her feet in ways I could never imagine doing with my own
hands.
Cissy seemed to be enjoying herself. Her eyes were
shining and she wore an expression that indicated both concentration
and delight.
My expression must have said something too. Cissy piped up, “Look Donna. Look at this face. I must be getting to him.”
I did not take long. I could no longer resist the stimulation of her
feet. She squealed with delight when I came. She pumped me until I had
no more cum to offer.
I collapsed: literally at her feet while she wiggled her toes in my cum and used them to scrawl designs on my stomach.
“Wow that was great,” she exclaimed. “Too bad we don’t have time for
you to do it Donna. I could really feel him cum at my feet. I felt so
powerful. I like doing it this way. I can sit back and I can watch
what’s going on with his penis at my feet and in his face, especially
when he cums.”
Both girls gave me a kiss on the forehead before allowing me to clean up and get dressed.
I was at the halfway point.