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   NIGHTY-WARE

   Part 15 (mF)

   Prologue

   It all started when mom had hosted a Nighty-Ware party for some friends
and neighbors in my house.  Instead of plastic storage containers, lingerie
of all kinds was sampled and purchased.  My first sexual experiences came
as a result of delivering these purchases to our neighbors.  Since then,
I've continued to have experiences wherever I am, whether its in the
neighborhood or with my parents at a resort.

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   I continued to tutor Sally McGinnis, both in math and sex.  I can't say
how it happened, but her mind seemed to be more open to learning after one
of our sexual encounters than at other times.  My encounters with Sally had
been enjoyable but limited, since it was clear that full-fledged sex was
out of bounds.  She still ignored me during school hours and we never went
out on anything even vaguely resembling a date, but Sally greeted me with
hugs and kisses in various states of undress or provocative attire when we
were alone.  I knew she was using me, but it was mutual and there was no
harm done.

   School was going to be closed for a teacher institute day, and I had
caught up on all of my homework.  In fact, I was even a little bit ahead in
a couple of subjects.  I decided that on my day off of school I would just
hang out and relax.  Little did I suspect what was in store.

   The night before, after my folks went to sleep, I crept down to the
family room and hot-wired the cable box so I could watch one of the adult
channels.  That evening's movie was a no-plot special, featuring short
vignettes that ending in the participants fucking each others' brains out.
When I tuned in, a man was visiting a doctor's office, and the nurse,
dressed in a mini skirt and low-cut top, used the opportunity to have the
man disrobe and then seduced him.  I took myself in hand, and the patient
and I both came at the same time, he all over her tits and me in a tissue
that I flushed down the toilet.

   My "sleep in late" was interrupted by a ringing telephone.  My mom came
to my room a couple of minutes later, knocking on the closed door before
she came in.  I was glad that I'd trained both of my parents on the need
for a young man's privacy.  The call had been from Karen, who needed some
help with chores around the house.  Karen had been my first Nighty-Ware
sexual encounter.  I daydreamed what those chores might include, and so I
agreed with just enough hesitation to prevent suspicion.  I was cleaning up
and getting dressed when the phone rang again.  This time it was Sally. 
Her date for today called and canceled, so she wanted to know if I was
available for another tutoring session.  She told me it would be special,
so how could I refuse.  I changed into nicer clothes, planning on walking
over to Sally's directly from Karen's.  My, this was going to be a busy
day.

   When I reached Karen's house, I knocked on the door.  She was dressed in
a floor-length house dress, the unsexiest thing I'd ever seen.  The great
shape of her body that I had experienced when she came over to pick up her
lingerie was almost hidden.  She told me that the first chore was the
kitchen sink, which had become clogged.  I was beginning to wonder if she
really did call my mom to have me to chores.  I used a plunger that I found
in the utility closet to force water down the drain, with limited results.
Karen handed me a bottle of chemical solvent to cure the clog.  While I
poured the solvent down the drain, Karen began to speak.

   "I've been thinking about our encounter at your house," she began
hesitantly.

   Since the instructions said to wait 15 minutes before flushing, I turned
to listen to her.  Karen was standing near me, absent-mindedly rubbing the
plunger stick between and against her breasts.  She startled, changing
subjects, and told me she needed a light bulb changed in her closet.

   We went into her bedroom, with Karen carrying a small step stool to
assist in the task.  The stool was too short for me to reach the simple
fixture and the burned-out bulb without standing on the very top.

   "I'll support you," Karen offered.

   She came from behind and, placing her hands on my hips, pulled herself
towards me.

   "I haven't been the same since that incident," she continued her
previous train of thought, "Now I think about you and I have these sexual
thoughts I can't seem to get out of my mind."

   As I reached up and began to remove the bulb, Karen slid her hands off
my hips and around my thighs, burying her face in the crease of my butt.  I
had the fixture in one hand and the bulb in another, and tried to hand the
bulb down to Karen, who was now caressing the front of my legs, from my
knees up to my groin but avoiding my hardening penis.

   I finally tossed the fixture and bulb onto the nearby bed, and asked
Karen for the replacement bulb.  She shook her head as if to clear it from
a trance, and pulled the new bulb from her housecoat pocket.  I put the new
bulb in, and asked Karen to retrieve the glass fixture so I could complete
the job.  She stepped away and picked it up, and I started to lose my
balance.  She rushed back and grabbed me to prevent my fall, only this time
she was facing me and her free hand clutched my ass with her face breathing
heavily on my crotch.  She handed me the fixture and it was all I could do
to reattach it while she was rubbing her face up and down and around my
swollen member.

   As I climbed down from the stool, Karen released her grasp of my ass.

   She looked at me and said, "Those things we did at you house were
improper.  I apologize, I don't know what came over me."

   Her words didn't match her current behavior, which was at least as
erotic as our first session.  Karen told me that she needed things
rearranged in the basement crawl space.  When I objected that I'd get my
nice clothes all dirty, Karen fetched a set of her husband's work clothes
that I could use.  I decided to change right there, and Karen did not
retreat.  I stripped down to my t-shirt and jockey shorts, and my bulge was
clearly visible.  Karen took a long look, as if mesmerized, and then
snapped her face away.  Her husband's pants and shirt were too big on me --
the shirt sleeves had to be rolled up, and the pants wouldn't stay up
unless I held them.

   Karen and I walked down to basement, and I stumbled over the long pants
legs.  Karen caught me, and bent down to roll the pant legs up.  Her house
dress had come undone at the top, and I could see the very top of her
cleavage, a memorable sight.  Karen stared at my crotch as she made the
pant legs tolerable for walking, and then stood and looked deeply into my
eyes.  Again, Karen seemed to uddenly wake up, and gave me general
directions about what she wanted where.  I did my best to put things in
their place, all the while getting filthy as I kicked up dust.  Several
times I came out of my crouch, and banged my head on the pipes and floor
joists above me.  I crawled out, and Karen was angry.  She told me that I
had done a terrible job, and that she'd have to go in herself and make
things right.  She slowly unbuttoned her house dress and let it fall to the
floor.  There she stood, in a set of lacy underwear, as spectacular as I
remembered.  This woman had an outstanding body, and I wondered if she ever
got to wear the outfit she had bought from my mom.

   "You're filthy," she exclaimed as if she just noticed, "You have to
clean up right now" and she took my hand and led me upstairs to the
bathroom and closed the door.

   She stood, leaning on the vanity, so I let go of my pants and let them
fall to the floor.  I pulled the oversized shirt over my head in one smooth
motion, and then took off my t-shirt and underpants.  My penis pointed
directly at Karen, and she watched it carefully as it bobbed in front of
her.  She said nothing, so I hopped into the shower to clean off.  The
shower curtain was clear, so I put on a good show, taking time to rub
myself all over with soap, paying special attention to my erection.

   Karen absentmindedly rubbed her breasts through her bra and her cunt
through her skimpy panties, and her expression showed that she knew how to
get herself aroused.  I couldn't wait any longer, turned off the water,
stepped out of the tub and took Karen in my arms.  Her arms held me tight
as our lip locked, and my wet and slippery penis rubbed between her
slightly-spread legs.  I stroked her back and ass urgently.  I wanted her,
right then and there.  We both moved through the door and into the bedroom.
I ripped off her bra, and her succulent, hard-tipped breasts were mine for
suckling.  I put my hand into the side of her panties and ripped them from
her, leaving her completely naked to my touch.  I moved her onto the bed,
pulled her willing legs apart, and entered her moist cunt, for the full
length of my hard-on, in one motion.

   She put her legs over my back, giving me deeper penetration, and I took
advantage of the opportunity to stroke her pussy from the inside, up and
down, in and out.  Just when my back started to ache and my loin was going
numb, my sex juices gurgled and boiled and exploded deep within her.  Our
activity had been so frenetic, I had no idea if Karen had cum or not, but I
was too exhausted to care.  This had been, by far, the most exciting, most
taxing fuck of my life.

   And, Sally was waiting patiently for me at her house, with a surprise.
Oh my!

   Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 16

   An Original HM Tale

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