By NAMB
Copyright 2021 by NAMB all rights reserved
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Packet 12
I was surprised by Cissy’s next request. It involved nudity on the part of females.
‘I want you to provide oral pleasure for Donna and me like you do for Mary Ellen.”
“But I’ll see you naked!”
“You see Mary Ellen naked.”
“But that’s different. She’s my girlfriend, you’re my sister.”
Cissy sneered at me, “I can assure you, brother, we have the same parts.”
“Look, I’m curious and so is Donna. We’ll get boyfriends of our own
someday, but it’s not likely that we’ll find boys willing to do this
soon.”
“I’ll do Donna, but not you.”
“Why not?”
“You’re my sister. It’s incest!”
“Oh, come on. First of all, it’s just oral. It’s not like it’s real
sex. You don’t seriously think I’m going to let you put your penis in
my vagina. You’re not getting into Donna’s either except with your
tongue.
Secondly, compared to what we’re already making you
do this is rather tame. It will be just this one time and it will
reduce your debt by another condom.”
I tired to bargain with her, “OK, you and Donna: that’s two girls, it should be worth two condoms. You only have one left.”
Cissy stood her ground, “You’ve gotten off easy the last couple of
times. The time with Mary Ellen’s cousin was a simple jerk off. That
was nothing new.
As for my sleepover One condom should have
been enough for the whole day. I should have made that a package deal.
You got off lucky.
You’ll do both Donna and me and it will only cost one condom.”
So adamant was her demand, I had to give in. I didn’t have any
bargaining power with her and we both knew it. I had to nod my head to
her and admit, “Yes, ma’am.” Besides this was the last time. My sister
may be a tough negotiator, but she’s been good to her word throughout.
It couldn’t be so bad. I’ve been performing oral sex on Mary Ellen ever
since the girls put her in the superior position. I liked performing
the act on my girlfriend. I wonder what it would be like to do it on
the younger girls.
“OK, so when do you want to do it?”
“Tomorrow afternoon. Donna’s parents will be gone all day and we can do it there. Be over at her house at 2 PM.”
“What time are her parents coming back?”
“About 5 so we’ll need to finish by 4 to be safe. Why do you ask?”
“My tongue is good, but not that good. It gets tired and it hurts when
I am done pleasing Mary Ellen. I’m going to need some time to rest in
between. That time I did you girls’ feet nearly killed me. I could
hardly talk.
Look, we’re not talking feet now or even toes. Tickling clit with a tongue takes a lot more finesse.”
“How much time?”
“I don’t really know. I’ve never ‘gone down’ on Mary Ellen more than one time on a date. Maybe an hour. Maybe more.
If you really want me to do right with whoever goes second, I’ll need a fully-refreshed tongue.
That’s cutting it too close. I mean suppose I do you first at exactly 2
PM. I’m good for about 30 minutes. Then I rest for an hour, if that’s
enough. Then it’s Donna’s turn at 3:30. She deserves at least as much
pleasure as you. Don’t you agree.”
“Why 2? Why not earlier?”
“Donna and I have some things we want to do with each other.
Let me talk to Donna. We’ll work something out.”
In the end, we agreed to a 1 PM showtime.
-=o=-
I arrived precisely on time. I was shocked. Donna answered the door and
when she closed it, I saw that she was only wearing her panties and
bra. I found my sister dressed similarly when I got to Donna’s room.
“Get undressed,” Cissy commanded. By now, she was able to issue that
command to me as easily as passing a plate at the dinner table.
Once I was fully naked, she said, “Relax. Now that we have some extra time, let Donna and me get you in the mood.”
Donna put on some music and the two girls began to dance.
I’ve seen my sister dance before and I’ve even danced with her, but this was a dance I’m sure she wouldn’t want mom to see.
“Where did you girls learn to do that?”
“The internet. You have to know where to look on TicTok. This is a
combination of several different dances we’ve seen girls do. Donna and
I have been working on it for about a week now. Do you like it?”
I swallowed hard and then looked down. My penis was standing tall and
rigid. I pointed to it and said, “Does this answer your question?”
“Donna and I are trying to get the timing down so we can do our own video.”
“I’d be careful with that. There are a lot of creeps out on the internet. I’ve been to porn sites that make even me sick.”
“We’ll be careful, but it’s nice to know it works on boys so well.”
“Donna and I decided that you’ll do her first. How do you want to do this?”
“I do it two different ways with Mary Ellen. Sometimes she’ll lie on
the bed and scooch up to give me room to lay between her legs. Other
times she’ll sit on the bed with her legs open and I kneel before her
on the floor.
Both of us like the second way better. I like
it because it is easier for me to get access to her and it is more
comfortable for me. I think she likes it because it puts her literally
in a superior position.”
“I’d like to try that,” Donna said.
She removed her panties and sat on the bed.
“Wait a minute,” my sister said, “Can she sit in a chair. Wouldn’t she be more comfortable that way?”
“I guess so, I replied. Let’s take a look.”
Donna sat in the computer chair. Yes, it worked just fine. Her crotch
was at the right level and it didn’t matter to me whether I was
kneeling before her sitting on a bed or kneeling before her sitting on
a chair.
“OK,” Cissy said, “I got another idea. Let’s have
Donna sit at the computer while you do it. We found some interesting
sites on female domination we’d like to visit as you do this.”
So, there I was under the desk face to pussy with Donna. I expected it
to look very much like Mary Ellen’s. There was less hair, which I
expected, but it just looked different. All the parts were there and
they were in the right places, but they seemed to be different sizes
and in different proportions.
I guess girl’s private parts look as different from one another as boy’s private parts.
I brought my face close to her. There was a slight smell. Do girls
smell differently, or is it the perfumes and soaps they use that make
them smell that way?
I went through my mental checklist of
what I was about to do. Donna and my sister were lucky. I was no rookie
at this. Mary Ellen instructed me well and I literally had hours of
training for the task.
When I first tried this with Mary
Ellen, I thought like a boy: go for the gold. I immediately went for
her clitoris with my tongue. As Mary Ellen coached me, I learned that a
girl likes to be seduced down there like she likes to be seduced
elsewhere. Proceed slowly, with caution and be just enough of an imp to
tease her.
So I started with a gentle nuzzling with my nose
and then used my tongue to trace the outline of her labia. I felt her
tense and sigh with even this modest stimulation.
I
slow-fucked my way into her vagina and that’s when I first tasted her.
She tasted differently than Mary Ellen, but I liked the way she tasted.
I eased my tongue in circling and swirling my tongue. Mary
Ellen coached me well. A penis is a power tool, a tongue is a fine
instrument. It can be flattened like a broad brush to stimulate a large
area or it can be drawn into a point and hardened and wielded with
great precision to tickle, with precise intensity, the most minute
spot.
I hadn’t even laid tongue on Donna’s clitoris and she
was already squirming with delight. I had to hold her legs lest she
wriggle free. I doubt she was paying any attention to what was going on
with her computer.
I must have spent 20 minutes worshiping
at the altar of her femininity teasing her; drawing closer to her clit
and then retreating repeatedly. I knew from the trembling and the flow
of her fluid it was time.
Making the smallest of points with
my tongue I touched it to the base of her clitoris. I drew it up one
side and then down the other for several slowly-timed cycles. Then I
flattened it out and licked her like an ice cream cone on a hot summer
day.
I had paralyzed her and she was at my mercy. Again,
making a stylus of my tongue, I dueled with her clitoris swirling my
tongue around its tip this time increasing the intensity and speed of
my tongue-flicking. She screamed, flooded my face with her juices,
became tense and collapsed.
I gently licked my way back out
tracing the route I had taken in. By the time I pulled back with a
drenched face, I looked up to see her slumped in the chair like a rag
doll carelessly tossed there.
I don’t know if she swooned, but her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply.
After several moments, she sighed, “Wow, that was better than this morning.”
I guess that was the reason for my late arrival: the girls were
experimenting on their own. I would have given back a condom or two to
have seen that.
Once she recovered her strength, she went off to the bathroom to wash up. To my chagrin she came back fully dressed.
I, too, needed some cleanup.
The girls let me rest and although they kept me naked the whole time,
were very good company. Donna acted as hostess and brought snacks for
Cissy and me. They could have ordered me to do it. The scene would have
been a normal gathering of youth, if it wasn’t for the odd combination
of a fully-clothed girl, a scantly-clothed girl and a totally-naked
boy.
My tongue, by this time was recovered.
Then
it was my sister’s turn. I still had reservations about doing it with
her, but they were soon forgotten as I concentrated on the act. I
learned some important lessons: each girl looks different down there
and each girl has a distinct and delightful taste.
By the
time I reduced my sister to the state of a deboned fish, my tongue was
truly tired, but I had two very satisfied girls on my hands. I was glad
it was not “date night” with Mary Ellen. I don’t think I could have
done it a third time.
“Look at you,” Cissy said, pointing at my erect and dripping penis. “You liked this, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did. I would have preferred to have done it with Mary Ellen, but you girls were great.”
“No, YOU were great,” Donna put in. “OK, I’ll admit it. I masturbate. I
even have a vibrator. But what you did was fantastic. When I get a
boyfriend, I hope he’s as good as you.”
“Um,” Cissy said, pointing at my erection again, “Do you want to take care of that?”
I could have declined; my sister was out of condoms. I didn’t have to
do it. I could have gone off to my room and do it like I did hundreds
of times before my sister gained control.
Yet there is
something special doing it with a couple of girls watching me. It was
just better when I did it under female supervision.
-=o=-
I can’t harbor any ill will towards Cissy. After all, she’s my sister.
Also, in spite of being very strict with me, she was always fair. She
pushed me and she pushed me hard, but never abused me or made me do
something that would harm me physically or emotionally. She was
exceptionally mature for a young girl. That made submitting to her a
lot easier.
Because of her and the dozen condoms, I’ve
become more sensitive towards girls and their needs. The sex with Mary
Ellen is out of this world since she’s been in charge.