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   NIGHTY-WARE

   Part 20 (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 a variety of sexual experiences with an assortment
of partners.

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   It was my fondest dream and my worst nightmare.  I laid on the exercise
mat with a complete hard-on pointing up to a balcony full of cheerleaders.
Their voyeurism had affected many of them.  Several had one hand stuck down
the front of their pants.  I could only speculate as to what they had been
doing while I was otherwise occupied with Sylvia.  She had rolled over on
her back, ankles held together by her panties, legs spread displaying her
well-fucked pussy, her firm tits rising like mountains from her chest and
the too-tight tubetop still around her neck.  She was just now catching her
breath.  The smell coming from her pussy was inviting and I was tempted to
move over and enter her again.  Just the thought made my penis jump. 
Without thinking I began to move towards her, hypnotically drawn towards
her skilled cunt.

   I was startled when a voice from above hollered, "Not so fast."

   It was Mindy, the cheerleader captain.  She was coming down one of the
two fire escape-style staircases.

   "Sylvia's had her turn and there are a total of twelve of us," she
cautioned.

   "You know very well a man hasn't the stamina to service twelve women in
a row," I countered assuming that all of them would be willing partners.

   I hadn't even thought about their boyfriends.  Most of the cheerleaders
were seeing jocks from one team or another.  This was dangerous.  Even
Sylvia's boyfriend was not to be trifled with.  I stood up to gain some
posturing control.  Lying down on the mat was not working from a position
of strength.

   "It sure looks like you're ready for number two," Mindy said gesturing
to my still erect penis as she moved closer.  Mindy was the most popular
and prettiest cheerleader but had a bossy and arrogant nature that turned
people off.  Even I was getting soft as the conversation progressed.  I was
also worried about being blackmailed by any of the eleven.  Sylvia wouldn't
tell because she'd have as much to lose as I did.  But the onlookers had
nothing to lose.  Unless . . .

   Sylvia sat up, pulled down the tubetop and pulled up her panties to
regain some modesty.  She knew she'd be the object of viewing when she
agreed to be the bait but wasn't so much of an exhibitionist to sit there
undressed when her fellow cheerleaders were clothed.

   "Of course not.  Not all at once.  Not all in an arena setting.  But you
will service each of us.  Eventually," Mindy predicted with certainty,
"Sally convinced Sylvia and me that sex with you was so good we should try
it.  So we all will."

   I was flabbergasted.  I didn't think that's what Sally meant at all. 
Mindy was proposing that I work my way through the cheerleading squad just
because Sally had recounted our personal encounters.  Mindy had some nerve.
She also had the unstated threat of blackmail on her side.

   "Sure.  Whatever," I replied casually pulling up my underwear and pants
which were still around my ankles.

   "Not so fast.  I saw how you were eyeing Sylvia for a second try.  You
get to fuck one more of us before you go and I'll pick," Mindy demanded.

   It was the first time she used the "f" word.

   "No," I shot back, "If I'm going to fuck one of you, I'll choose."

   Mindy was startled but shrugged in agreement.  I looked up at the second
floor balcony.  Some of the girls had excited expressions.  Some were
tempted to raise their hands, as if volunteering to fuck was like
volunteering an answer in class.  This must have been a mandatory meeting
because all twelve were there.  Sylvia was out and there was no way I was
going to select Mindy after our clash.  No, I was looking for an unwilling
participant who would refuse the selection.  Then I could go home and
formulate a plan.  Sitting above on a bench with her back to the exhibition
below was Heather.  I don't know how Heather made it onto the squad. 
Actually I did.  She was tall and blond, a Nordic beauty.  The cheerleading
squad sponsor, Ms.  Tyler, hand-picked Heather.  She was studious and very
shy.  This whole thing was most likely disgusting to her.  She was exactly
the right choice.

   "I pick Heather," I stated.

   Many expectant smiles turned to frowns and some of the cheerleaders
glared at Heather when I made my announcement.  Heather didn't move from
the bench.

   "Heather, get down here," Mindy demanded.

   Still Heather sat.  Mindy marched up the metal stairway and sat next to
Heather, whispering something in her ear.  Heather stood up, towering over
undersized Mindy, and walked slowly down to the lower locker room.  She was
in cheerleader practice clothes, probably expecting a real practice
meeting. Others in the know were wearing street clothes.  Heather
approached and stood a few feet from me.  She was tall and thin and her
innocence added to her desirability.  Mindy gave her a gentle nudge on her
back and Heather closed the gap between us.

   "I don't really want to do this.  Please don't hurt me," she whispered
in my ear bending closer.

   I put my arms around her and whispered back, "I promise."

   "You'll have to join the gallery," I said to Sylvia and Mindy and they
walked away towards the stairs.

   I put my hands on Heather's face and caressed it, pushing her long
straight blond hair away.  I kissed her gently on the lips but she was
unresponsive.  Heather didn't socialize and didn't have a boyfriend.

   "One less jock to worry about," I thought.

   On the fifth or sixth kiss, Heather kissed me back.  With some passion.
Her mouth was still closed and I didn't push it.  I moved my hands to her
back and rubbed it, up and down.  Heather's hands went to my face and she
continued to kiss me with great enthusiasm.  I pulled her body closer.  She
felt my hard-on against her thighs and backed away but continued to kiss. I
moved my hands up and down further, and finally I was stroking her from her
shoulders down to her buttocks.  I pulled her close again and this time she
did not retreat.  In fact, Heather's hands moved to my back and caressed me
from shoulders to butt.  We were pressing out bodies together with all of
our clothes in between.  I moved back and pulled down my pants leaving my
jockey shorts on.  Heather looked down and gasped at the tent made by my
erection.  She hadn't watched me and Sylvia and didn't know what to expect.
Heather slowly slid down her shorts, exposing a pair of frilly undies from
which her ample pubic hair escaped.  I slid my hands up her shirt to touch
her small breasts but she pulled my hands back down.  She did, however,
pull her workout shirt over her head.  Her bra was unnecessary, as her
small breasts didn't require any support at all.  I kneeled down and helped
Heather down to the mat.  We laid there, facing each other, arms and bodies
in full contact.  We resumed our kissing while my cloth-covered erection
rubbed between Heather's thighs.  Heather rolled onto her back and I laid
over her, putting my still covered penis at her panty-covered pussy.  She
wrapped her arms and legs around me and we continued to kiss.  Now I was
kissing her cheeks and neck and upper chest as she did the same.  We were
both getting pretty hot but I was scared to take the next move unless she
was comfortable.  Mindy provided the motivation.

   "We haven't got all day, you know.  Enough with the simulation.  Go
ahead and fuck," she demanded.

   I leaned back, stood up and pulled off my shorts.  My erection was full
and proud and there were audible sounds of appreciation from the gallery.
Heather pulled off her panties and laid back down.  I wanted to be sure she
was moist enough for her first time.

   "This will make it easier," I advised Heather and I moved my face
between her thighs and approached her pussy.

   She suddenly closed her legs, hitting my head with both knees.

   "Please, if you're not wet enough it will be painful.  Trust me," I
pleaded.

   She cautiously reopened her legs and I touched the matted hair,
separating it so I could see her cunt.  Her outer lips were puffy and
moist, but I wanted to be sure.  I also wanted to taste the juices of this
sexy young lady.  I moved my tongue from bottom to top, hoping to discover
her clit.  When her hips left the mat and her pussy jumped into my face, I
knew I had found it.  I gave her cunt a few more licks followed by a
vigorous tongue fuck.  Now it was Heather who was impatient.

   "Give it to me," she asked.

   I moved back up and placed the head of my penis at the outer entrance,
moving it around until I was just inside.  We resumed kissing as I let
Heather decide how vigorous our coupling was to be.  She moved up and back
carefully so she wouldn't dislodge my penis.  I began to move further in
until I reached an expected blockage.  Heather looked up at the gallery and
saw the others excited and anxious.  Heather did not want to displease her
teammates and knew what she would have to do.  Heather put her hands on my
hips, pushed me back until I was almost out and then pulled me forward and
then back in up to her maidenhead.  The movement increased and my prick
went further.  On one of the inward thrusts, Heather moved her grip to my
ass and pulled me towards her hard.  Heather cried out in a mixture of
pleasure and pain but didn't stop the humping.  Her hips moved to a rhythm
and soon we were well lubricated.  Heather was now in control.  The rhythm
got faster and faster as I felt our juices foaming inside her pussy.  Her
legs were wrapped around me.  There was no escape.  Heather and I were a
fucking machine for the rest of the cheerleaders to watch.  The friction of
her virgin pussy was ready to put me over.

   "I'm gonna cum," I advised her, expecting her to let me go.

   Heather ignored my warning and fucked me even harder and faster.  A
guttural sound from my throat let everyone know I had shot my wad in
Heather's virgin pussy.  My penis still hard, Heather began to buck and
come as I felt her cunt walls ripple with a orgasm, her first.  I gently
kissed her as she unwound her legs from my torso.  I gathered my clothes
and got dressed, leaving the girl's locker room without another word to
anyone.

   Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 21

   An Original HM Tale

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