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   NIGHTY-WARE

   Part 24 (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.  ______________________________

   A few days later, I was hurrying down the hallway when I turned a corner
and bumped into Maria.  She was a Spanish beauty with dark curly hair that
ended above her shoulders.  She was athletic but chose to be a cheerleader
to gain the attention of the jocks who would have ignored her as a
volleyball, basketball or soccer player.

   "Glad I ran into you," Maria joked as she went down on one knee to pick
up her dropped books.

   Her skirt rode up on her thighs displaying muscular and shapely legs. 
She made some small talk but we both knew what the real subject was.  She
told me about her schedule, leaving it for me to decide when we might get
together.  I liked the fact that Maria was giving me some freedom of choice
in the matter.  I decided that we should meet in the weight training room.
Maria had told me she has permission to use the room late and has a key to
lock up afterwards.  It sounded like we'd have the privacy we required.

   I had only seen the weight training room once when I went to the
basement to run some mandatory laps for the athletic department physical
fitness exams.  I hadn't done too bad and the track coach had approached me
about joining the track team.  I had refused since organized athletics
really weren't my thing.  Maria was already there, wearing an exercise
leotard.  When I got closer, it was evident that was all she was wearing.
She came over and took my hand and led me to a weight bench.

   "How much can you press?" she asked.

   I told her I didn't really know.  She set the weights at some level and
told me to lie down.  By pulling a bar, I could lift the weighs.  Or so I
thought.  The bar didn't move a bit.  I was embarrassed and started to get
up.  Maria straddled me and the bench and sat on my thighs.  She ran her
pointed finger down my jaw line and chest, stopping at my belt.

   "You know, Sally told me all about you.  She said you were a regular
stud muffin.  I need to find out for myself," Maria explained.

   I was getting excited at the prospect of fucking her when she pulled the
exercise leotard down from her shoulders to her waist, exposing two
succulent breasts with large flat nipples.  Then, I saw it.  Mario's ring,
hanging right in the middle of her chest, surrounded by her tits.  Mario
was the toughest football player on the school's team, and Maria was
wearing his ring on a chain around her neck.  My erection deflated.  Maria
continued her finger down below my belt and found my shrunken tool.  She
was incensed.

   "What's the matter, aren't I sexy enough to get you turned on?" she
demanded.

   I didn't know what to say.  She attacked my belt and zipper, pulled my
pants and jockey shorts down to my thighs without my assistance, all while
sitting on me.  Maria was stronger than I thought.  She reached down and
fondled my limp dick.  All I could picture was my bloody and battered body
in an alley after Mario found out I'd fucked his steady girl.  No, it
wasn't worth it.

   Maria pulled harder at my penis vigorously, as if that would help.  It
just caused me pain and I yelped to let her know she was hurting me.  Her
tits still hanging from her chest, she bent over and took my tool in her
mouth.  She twirled her tongue all around, up and down, hitting all the
sensitive spots on the bottom just below the cap.  Involuntarily my penis
began to come to life.  She sucked harder as she began to get results.  I
couldn't make it go down no matter how I concentrated on the vision of my
unconscious and beaten body.  Soon my penis was erect, at least it was hard
enough for penetration.  Maria stood but held me down with one arm.  With
the other she unsnapped the crotch of her leotard.  Her hairy cunt popped
into view.  Evidently she was already worked up and needed no further
foreplay.  She positioned herself over my hard-on and squatted.  Her pubic
hair tickled when it brushed against my lower belly.  I knew Maria had some
previous experience because she was firm but not tight like some of her
fellow cheerleaders.  She took the initiative, and put my hands on her
breasts.  When I tried to remove them, she held them there.  When my hands
fell away, she continued to massage her breasts herself.  It was more like
she was masturbating using me as a dildo than a mutual experience.  Her
legs wrapped around the bench and she moved forward and back, flattening me
against the lightly padded surface.  Her movements caused the topside of my
prick to rub her clitoris and she was really getting excited at the
feeling. The stimulation was doing a number on me, too.  My penis couldn't
ignore the delicious friction and I was nearly ready to shoot my load. 
Maria had no intention of letting me up.  In a short flurry of frantic
movement, Maria and I both reached climax.  I couldn't believe it -- I
actually felt raped.  This had been unlike any of my other Nighty-Ware or
cheerleader experiences.  And with the likelihood of bodily harm if Mario
ever found out, this one had to remain an absolute secret.

   "I don't know what Sally saw in you.  I mean, you've got good equipment
and all but you sure weren't the active and passionate lover Sally
described," Maria lamented as my shrunken penis slipped out of her pussy.

   I gathered my things and made a hasty retreat lest someone would catch
Maria and I together and tell Mario.

   Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 25

   An Original HM Tale

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