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   This story is for entertainment only.  It contains adult oriented
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within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact.  I do not
practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here.  The
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   NIGHTY-WARE

   Part 16 (mf; 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 walked with some discomfort to Sally's house.  I was a little sore
between my legs from all of the activity with Karen.  Mrs.  McGinnis
greeted me at the door with a smile and a friendly hello.  She sent me
upstairs, where Sally was waiting for our math lesson.  I was hoping that
Sally's surprise wasn't a set of completed math homework, although my
sexual energy was substantially down after my morning marathon titillation
and fucking session.

   To make the most productive use of our studying time, Sally and I would
undress and play with each other, usually performing mutual oral
stimulation.  Relaxed and unstressed, we'd apply ourselves to the work at
hand, after which the session would end.  It was about lunch time, and
Sally wanted to know if I'd had anything to eat.  I told her I had come
straight from a neighbors, and was interested in lunch.  Sally went down to
the kitchen and brought peanut butter and jelly back to her room.  She
locked the door, as usual, and asked me to sit at her desk and close my
eyes.  I did as she requested, and after what seemed to be an eternity,
told me I could open them.  Sally was laying on her bed, having spread both
peanut butter and jelly all over her naked self.  "Lunch is served," she
proclaimed, and my tongue went to work, licking the sandwich ingredients
from her breasts and stomach and legs and especially the entrance of her
cunt, which tasted sweeter than ever.

   Sally wanted a turn, so I laid down and let her apply some to my body.
She finished the job by turning the jelly jar upside down and pushing it
down over my erection and then removing it.  When she finished licking the
other spots clean, she licked my penis like a popsicle, up and down with an
increasingly talented tongue.  Sally got a jelly and cream desert, as I
dripped cum down my erection before she was done.

   Now we had a problem.  Neither of us had cleaned all of the goop off,
and we were naked and sticky.  Sally took my hand and we tiptoed across the
hall to the bathroom.  The shower water was warm and soothing, and the
remnants of the peanut butter and jelly made their way off of us and down
the drain.  Sally looked so good, wet and slippery next to me, and facing
her I put my arms around her and held her close to me.  We still had soap
on our bodies, and we slid against each other.  The feeling was terrific.
My penis ran through Sally's soapy and wet pubic hair between her legs with
tantalizing friction.

   Our caresses got more animated, and soon I had Sally against the shower
stall wall, on her tippy toes, as I raised her up by her buttocks.  I was
still moving my penis back and forth, generating a lather of soap and
bodily fluids between her legs.  On one of my strokes I pulled back a bit
further, and the next thrust went upwards partially into Sally's cunt.  I
froze, not knowing if I had just violated not only Sally but our agreement.
Sally responded by grabbing my ass and pulling me deep inside her.  It took
only an instant and we were fucking in a frenzy.  My penis began to throb
and burn, giving the strangest sensations of simultaneous pleasure and
pain, unlike anything I had ever experienced.  Even when I practiced
marathon masturbation, I never got this sore or this hard.

   I pulled out and the water spray hit my over-exercised member.  The
water on my raw flesh was extremely painful, and I doubled over and turned
away from the water.  Sally turned off the water and we dried off.  We both
examined my penis, which was still erect, with large areas of raw skin
where the friction has caused visible irritations.  We dried off as best we
could, and crept back to Sally's room to get dressed and study.

   I could barely keep my mind on our lessons, I was still in pain.  Sally
kissed me gently at my departure, to let me know she approved of our going
all the way.  It was quite touching, and I felt we had arrived at a new
stage of our relationship.  I wondered if this meant she would stop
ignoring me at school.

   I walked home, with an occasional twinge and ache when a raw spot on my
penis would rub against my underpants or bump against my leg.  My mom
noticed my expression right away.  I made some feeble excuse but my mom
would hear nothing of it and decided to take me to the doctor at once. 
Despite my objections, we were in the car and at the doctor's office before
I knew it.  The doctor's office was very busy, but my mom made it sound
like some kind of emergency, and so a nurse escorted me into one of the
examination rooms.

   She asked me what the trouble was, and I blushed at the thought of
explaining my dilemma.  She didn't press the issue, and asked me to disrobe
so she could get my height and weight.  I took off my shirt, pants, shoes
and socks, and stood there in my underwear.  She directed me to the scale
and height device, and took both measurements.  I couldn't help but think
of the adult movie I had seen the night before, when the patient was
seduced by the nurse.  Although this one was wearing a normal starched
uniform, she was still kind of pretty, and my penis began to grow at the
thought, despite the irritation and accompanying discomfort.

   The nurse noticed my condition, and asked me stand next to the
examination table.  "As long as you're here, I'll check a couple more
things," she said.  She put on a rubber glove and told me she was going to
check for a hernia.  She asked me to pull down my underpants and turn my
head and cough on command.  She put her finger up alongside my exposed and
half-hard penis, and I coughed.  Instead of asking me to pull my underpants
up, she squatted down and lifted the head of my penis, to examine it. 
"Mmmmm," she pronounced, and asked me to get up on the table on all fours
so she could check me rectally.  She put some K-Y jelly on both gloved
hands, which seemed odd.  Her right hand went to my ass, and her finger
slid easily up my asshole, as she felt around for who knows what.  Her
other hand went to my penis, which twitched with each move and thrust of
her finger in my butt.  I was being felt up and stroked at the same time.
It was a miracle, but once more I was hard.  The lubricant eliminated the
added pain, and actually felt therapeutic, up to the nurse's final series
of rapid strokes which brought me off onto the paper covering of the
examination table.

   "Pick up a tube of lubricant, ace," the nurse advised, "it will reduce
the wear and tear on that beauty between your legs."

   I thanked her for the advice, put my clothes back on, and walked back
out to the reception area.  I noticed that all of the nurses and the
receptionist were looking at me as I departed.  When my mom asked, I told
her that I was right, there was nothing wrong, and that I should probably
get a little more rest.  She didn't believe me, but we left for home
anyway.

   I needed a break from sex, or I was afraid I'd damage myself
permanently.

   Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 17

   An Original HM Tale

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