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   NIGHTY-WARE

   Part 17 (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 with my
parents at a resort or in the neighborhood.

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   I had decided, for my physical as well as emotional well-being, to keep
my pecker in my pants for at least a couple of days.  After the vigorous
session with neighbor lady Karen, accidentally intentionally deflowering
the young Sally McGinnis and the unexpected encounter with the nurse in the
doctor's office all on the same day, I was pretty well worn out.  I even
left my dad's Playboy's alone.  No, these few days of abstinence left me
time to focus on other things.  It wasn't like I didn't notice a shapely
leg peeking out from a short skirt, or a well-developed bustline beneath a
sweater or blouse.  I still got semi-erect more than a few times, but I had
to regain my composure, strength, and perspective.  Life was not just one
sex act after another.  Or so I thought.

   It was an unusual phone call.  Mrs.  McGinnis was on the line, to
schedule a tutoring session with her daughter Sally.  Normally, Sally would
call herself.  Mrs.  McGinnis told me that Sally had asked her to make the
call as a favor, as Sally was going to be late getting home.  Given the
number of activities Sally was participating in and her packed schedule,
this was entirely understandable.  I confirmed the time, and hung up.

   At the agreed upon time, I was at Sally's door.  Mrs.  McGinnis greeted
me at the door with her usual smile and invited me in.  She directed me to
the living room, explaining that Sally was later than she thought.  Mrs. 
McGinnis asked if she could get me anything, something to drink perhaps,
and I declined graciously.  I sat on one end of the couch and Mrs. 
McGinnis sat on the other.

   "I only see you here, giving Sally instruction," said Mrs.  McGinnis,
"and Sally seems to genuinely like you, but I never see you two going out
together."

   "We get along okay," I offered, "but I don't fit in with Sally's other
friends.

   "That's a shame.  You seem to be good for Sally, and a better influence
than some of those characters she hangs out with," Mrs.  McGinnis lamented.

   I wondered what Mrs.  McGinnis would think about my influence if she
knew I'd fucked her virgin daughter in their bathroom only a few days
earlier.  Mrs.  McGinnis took the conversation in an unexpected direction.

   "Just how would you portray your relationship with Sally, physically
that is," she asked as she shifted her position on the couch.

   I hadn't noticed before, but now Mrs.  McGinnis was showing a lot of
leg, her shirt half way up her thighs, one leg tucked under her.  I was
nervous and excited, and I wondered how much she knew and how much she was
fishing for information.

   "Let me be blunt," Mrs.  McGinnis continued as I squirmed, half to
reposition myself to face her, half from anxiety and half from the growing
lump in my pants.  "I'd have to be deaf not to hear the noises you two make
when you're alone together up in Sally's room.  And with just the three of
us in the house, it was obvious just who was in the shower a few days ago.
I know you two are messing around, and that's okay with me." I had turned
red at being caught but breathed a sigh of relief at Mrs.  McGinnis'
reaction.

   "I only have one question.  You haven't fucked Sally, have you?" Mrs. 
McGinnis asked bluntly.

   "No mam, I haven't," I lied through my teeth.

   "Thank goodness.  I know you must be good -- that is, sexually fun to be
with -- or Sally wouldn't keep seeing you.  I know she's sexually
inquisitive.  But I'd like for Sally to postpone intercourse until she's
better prepared to handle it, emotionally and physically.  Now, believe me,
I know that young men like yourself have needs, needs that strain to be
fulfilled." Mrs.  McGinnis glanced down at the bulge in my pants with her
last comment.  "So, I have a proposition for you.  You can continue to play
around with Sally, assuming she's willing.  But, if you have the need for a
greater sexual release, I'll be willing to provide you that outlet, for my
daughter's sake."

   My penis grew even harder at the prospect.  I didn't know if Mrs. 
McGinnis mean oral sex or fucking.  It didn't matter, actually.  I couldn't
believe she was suggesting this.  I could only squeak out a feeble "Okay"
at which point Mrs.  McGinnis excused herself for a minute.  When she
returned, she had put her hair up in pigtails, and she was wearing Sally's
cheerleader outfit.  The sweater was stretched tight across her fuller
bosom, and the skirt rode high on her thighs, only a fraction of an inch
from showing her panties.  I was surprised that she could wear it at all.
Mrs.  McGinnis' body was more mature, with wider waist and hips, looking
much like I expected Sally to, eventually.  She carried Sally's pompoms, to
complete the ensemble.

   "I thought this might make things easier," she offered, and began a
routine she must have seen Sally practicing.

   She was speaking the cheers, but I was too distracted to notice the
words.  Every time she pushed the pompoms to the side, her breasts pushed
hard against the sweater.  I could have sworn I saw her nipples through the
dense fabric.  Every move of her swaying hips exposed her panties, which
were plain white cotton, just like her daughter wore.  The routine ended
with Mrs.  McGinnis holding the pompoms over her head.  She stood there,
seeking my approval with her breasts pushing out, the sweater rising from
her midsection exposing her flat stomach, and the skirt high up on her
hips, her panties in full view.  I thought I saw a damp spot on the
panties, but it could have been the shadows of her thighs.  I applaused,
not knowing how else to react or express my approval.

   "It certainly is warm in here," she noticed, and while Mrs.  McGinnis
took off the sweater, I removed my shirt.

   She was wearing one of Sally's crop-top t-shirts, and it hid none of her
charms.  The shirt ended halfway down her breasts, which sloped away from
her chest, tear-drop shaped, with firm extended nipples that were making
peaks in the front of the material.  I took off my shirt, and with an
approving glance, my pants as well.  My jockey shorts did nothing to hide
my erection.  Mrs.  McGinnis was focused on my crotch as she began the next
cheer.  Every swing of her arms caused the unsubtle swinging of her
breasts, as the t-shirt rode ever higher.  I began to leak, and I'm sure
Mrs.  McGinnis noticed the growing wet spot, as she licked her lips.

   "Let's get more comfortable," and with that she took the t-shirt the
rest of the way off over her head.

   Demurely, she slid off her white panties from under the skirt and threw
them to me.  I held them up to my nose, to inhale the smell of a woman in
heat.  As my contribution, I removed my jockey shorts, and Mrs.  McGinnis
stood there, transfixed, admiring my engorged manhood.

   "Oh my," was all she said.

   This time, she did a routine that was more like a dance than a cheer. 
The moves were slow and sexy, and the skirt created a "peek a boo" with her
hairy crotch.  She moved closer, spreading her legs.  She advanced in a
crab walk, first over my knees, than over my thighs, and finally directly
over my erection.  Slowly she lowered herself, and when she moved to wash
my erection with her damp pubic hair, a sexual bolt struck both of us.  I
reached down, took hold of my hard on and rubbed it up and down her moist
furrow.  She stood up, turned around, and got down on all fours.  She
wiggled her rear end, and as a finale just like her daughter had done,
tossed the short skirt up onto her back, exposing my target.

   I moved in quickly behind her, afraid she'd change her mind, and
positioned my penis at the entrance of her cunt.  She leaned back and I
leaned forward, and I was in.  She began to move forward and back, each
time taking a little more of me inside.

   "I know this was going to be for my daughter, but you're so good, this
is for me," Mrs.  McGinnis said between heavy breaths.  "No one has ever
been this far inside.  You're in virgin territory."

   "Twice this week," I thought to myself.

   As we quickened the pace, Mrs.  McGinnis began chanting "Go, team, go"
over and over.  I let out all the stops.  I reached around and held her
breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers.  I fucked her as hard as
I could, with long, deep strokes that matched her cadence.  Soon the words
changed to "Come, team, come", then just "Come, come" , over and over as we
ground our bodies together faster and faster.  A moment later I shot my
load up her well-exercised cunt.

   "When I feel its time for Sally's first experience, I hope you're still
around," Mrs.  McGinnis advised me.

   "Thanks, but too late," I thought.

   She walked out of the room, with my semen dripping down her long shapely
legs.  She returned with a warm washcloth, and used it to clean up my penis
and thighs, which were wet with sweat and sperm.  The friction of the
washcloth felt good, and my erection did not retreat.  For good measure,
Mrs.  McGinnis placed her experienced lips on the tip, and then adeptly
slid the length of my hard on down her throat.  No one had ever done this
before, and I didn't understand how she could still breathe.  I was glad I
had taken a short leave of absence, or I never would have had the strength
or volume to climax again so soon.

   "You should teach this to Sally," I thought, but didn't say it out loud.


   "Maybe I should teach this trick to Sally," suggested Mrs.  McGinnis
when she swallowed my load and took a rest.

   Great minds think alike.

   "I know this is presumptuous of me, but if you enjoy sex as much as I
think you do, there's an old friend of mine I think you'd enjoy meeting,"
suggested Mrs.  McGinnis.

   I was non-commital.  I wanted to maintain control of my situation.  Oh
yeah, I'd done it with strangers that had less than a classmate's mother's
recommendation, but somehow I felt like I was being "shopped around" and
didn't like the feelng.

   "I'll invite her over some time when we won't be disturbed, and you can
decide for yourself," said Mrs.  McGinnis.  I agreed, under those
conditions, with a strong curiousity.

   Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 18

   An Original HM Tale

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