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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 22 (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.  Now, I've been adopted as the sex toy of the cheerleading
squad.  ______________________________

   I didn't have the faintest idea when I'd have an opportunity with
another cheerleader.  The situation could have been played proactively or
reactively.  If I was proactive and sought out any of them I found sexy or
desirable, there was the possibility that their boyfriends would see me
coming.  That was not a desired or healthful alternative.  If I waited
until I was approached, it might be one I didn't care much for.  The school
policy did not require that all cheerleaders be pretty or sexy, just that
they could generate spirit during rallys and games.  That meant there were
some questionable squad members I'd face eventually.  Letting them come to
me also put them in charge to some degree and I didn't like that either.

   The next contact was unexpected.  I was at my locker rearranging its
contents when I was approached from behind and almost shoved into the small
metal chamber.  I couldn't see who did the pushing because my head was
inside the locker and I couldn't turn or use my peripheral vision.  Leaning
her weight on me, I felt breasts pressed against my back and hands that
moved from my waist down onto my crotch.  The hands massaged my dick around
and up and down.  The result was what you might expect.  The perpretrator
cooed in my ear as she felt the growing hard-on snaking down my pants leg.
One hand withdrew and put something in my pocket.  Then as suddenly as it
arrived, the weight was removed.  I pulled back from my locker but wasn't
quick enough.  The female assailant disappeared down the hallway and out of
sight.

   The note she had placed in my pocket had a time and a place.  I decided
to show up and meet the next candidate.

   I snuck into the History classroom at the appointed time.  Sitting in
the teacher's chair was Veronica, Ronnie as she was called by everyone at
school.  Ronnie was one of two African-Americans on the cheerleading squad.
I had never made out with someone of her race and expected this to be an
educational encounter.

   "Is the class ready for its lesson?" asked Ronnie.

   I supposed that was me.  I took a seat in the front and nodded
affirmatively.

   ³Today we are going to study how the slave owners took advantage of
their slaves in the South," Ronnie said with a straight face.

   I was anxious to take advantage of Ronnie but played my role.

   "I'd like a volunteer from the class," Ronnie asked and there was no
choice but me.

   I took Ronnie's direction and walked over to a chair she positioned in
the front of the classroom facing the empty chairs.

   "Take down your pants, mister," Ronnie ordered and I unzipped and
dropped trou.

   Ronnie sat facing me and continued her lecture," Often slave owners
would mistreat their female slaves, taking them as unwilling sex partners."

   I took that be my cue so I grabbed her face and forced a kiss on her
swollen lips.  I pushed my tongue into her unwilling mouth and she lightly
bit it.  She was getting rough so I did too.  I pulled open her blouse and
she lost some buttons.  I grabbed her breasts firmly and squeezed.  She
seemed to like this and wiggled her ass on my lap, massaging my growing
dick as she moved.  I ripped her bra off and continued my frontal attack
with her nipples which I pulled and pinched.  Ronnie wiggled even harder
almost bouncing against my swolen and firm penis.  I put a hand on each
knee that straddled my legs and moved up her thighs quickly, grasping her
panties on each side.  She lifted just enough for me to pull them down a
few inches.  That was enough.  My penis almost jumped out of my jockey
shorts as I pulled them to one side.  I grasped her buttocks and lifted her
up.  Ronnie didn't help so my steely penis pushed against a thigh.  I tried
again still with no success.  I wanted to fuck her immediately, not after
some silly trial and error process of positioning.  I pulled her to her
feet, turned her so she was facing away, and pulled her back down towards
my lap.  Before she landed, I took a grip of myself and as she came down I
pushed my hard-on into her juicy cunt.  She was perched atop my penis,
sitting several inches over my lap.  That would never do and I had lost all
patience with this role play.  If slave owners were rough and that was my
role, then so be it.  I took Ronnie's hips and pulled her down onto my lap.
Her cunt argued as it took the rest of my prick up its channel.  I didn't
even notice if I had broken anything on the way in.  I started to raise and
lower her hips but she joined in the fucking as an active member.  That
freed my hands to return to her breasts which got continuous attention. 
Ronnie began to buck and her movements became erratic.  She sped up and
almost lost me as she raised up and down in quick succession.  I hadn't
reached orgasm yet but hers gave me the extra stimulation I needed to
thrust and shoot in her.

   Ronnie stood, weak in the knees from our strenuous encounter.  She slid
her panties back up and tried to reassemble her blouse with limited
success.

   "Class dismissed," she muttered as she stumbled out of the classroom.

   I zipped up as best I could and left the building undetected.  Or so I
thought.

   Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 23

   An Original HM Tale

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