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   NIGHTY-WARE

   Part 29 (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.  ______________________________

   Betsy volunteered to drive me to the bus stop.  Kitten was not to be
denied and came along too.  The three of us piled into the front seat of
Aunt Emma's car, an old sedan with a bench seat.  I was the monkey in the
middle.  During the ride, Betsy kept her hand on my left leg while Kitten,
not so subtly, fondled my right leg from knee to crotch.  A few times that
Betsy noticed, she'd pull Kitten's hand from my groin.  On some of those
occasions, she replaced Kitten's hand with her own.  I was pretty excited
by the time we got to the bus stop, with no relief in sight.  In the worst
case, there was always the bathroom on the bus, I figured.  Hugs and kisses
abounded when the bus arrived.  Even Betsy went so far as to share her
tongue with me.  Her attitude was definitely changing.  If my visit had
been slightly longer, I'm sure we would have slept together.  Of course, a
slightly longer visit and Kitten would have probably gotten her practical
sex education as well.

   I thought I'd have a pleasant ride home by bus, lying back in
air-conditioned comfort.  When the bus door opened, I saw the same driver
as the one who drove me out here.  I also felt a blast of hot air.  This
was the same damaged bus.  My spirits wilted to match those of the riders
already onboard.  On this ride, the passengers weren't silent on the topic.
They were hollering and threatening and making a scene.

   After a while, the bus seemed to be slowing down.  When we got to the
next drop off and pick up point, the driver made an announcement.  He told
us that he too was angry, that he wouldn't work under these conditions
anymore, and that he was calling in to report a mechanical failure.  There
was a mixed reaction.  Those in a hurry were upset that we'd be stuck in
this town until a new bus could arrive to finish our journey.  Others like
myself who weren't in any particular hurry and enjoyed a little adventure
now and then were pleased to get off the rolling oven.  The bus driver made
a couple of phone calls while the passengers milled around on the street.
The town we were in looked like it was a movie set.  It was a Smallville,
with friendly folks who had no pollution, few worries, and fewer crimes. 
The driver returned and told us the replacement would arrive the next
morning.  There were cheers and groans.  He passed out coupons good for
meals and a hotel stay.  There was no choice of accommodations.  The Main
Street Hotel, about one block away, had sufficient rooms for us all.  In
fact, our arrival was the equivalent of a convention for this place.  An
incoming rush of people with money and coupons worth money to spend,
planning a hasty departure fit the convention model exactly.  I grabbed my
meager luggage, bid the driver a fond farewell and moved with the rest of
the passengers down to the hotel to check in.  I wanted to dump my bag
before setting out to explore.

   The check-in process was painless.  I filled out a small card, presented
my coupon, and walked up to the third floor.  My room had a regular key,
not one of those electronic swipe things.  The room was decorated in a
country motif, which I expected was the decor of the whole town.  I put my
bag, as is, in the closet, walked back downstairs, and found a pay phone in
the lobby.  It was rotary.  A quick call to my parents let them know my
situation.  My dad offered to come and get me but I told him I could use
the sleep in a real bed and a wind down day before reentry into our
household.  He understood and told me to have a good time.  I doubted that
was possible here and said goodbye.  It was time for a self-guided tour of
this minor metropolis.

   All of the stores were quaint shops owned by town folk who had probably
inherited them from their parents.  There wasn't a franchise to be found.
No McDonalds.  No KFC.  No Subway.  No Dominos.  The only eatery I saw was
a little cafe about two blocks from the hotel.  I walked around for another
half hour and I must have seen the whole place, end to end.  I decided to
use my dinner coupon and have a bite of what I expected to be quaint food.
As I opened the door to enter the diner, a young lady was coming out.  She
didn't expect the door to be pulled away from her and stumbled onto the
sidewalk.  I grabbed her arm to steady her.  When she lifted the front of
her oversized sunbonnet, I was shocked.  It was Angel from my previous bus
ride.  We stood in awkward silence just looking at each other.  Angel wore
a long red and white checked skirt down to her ankles and a long sleeved
blouse with ruffles trimmed in red.  I decided to put the ball in her
court. I took my room key from my pocket and showed her the tag, which
showed my room number.  I took her hand and gave it a quick kiss just as
she departed in haste.

   The home-style meal was quite satisfactory.  I wandered slowly back to
the hotel wondering if I'd ever see Angel again.  The rooms didn't have TV
sets.  There wasn't even one in the lobby.  The local entertainment was
sitting on the porch in the front of the hotel and watching the cars and
pedestrians go by.  I sat and watched with the locals and some of the bus
passengers and quickly got bored.  I decided to go back up to my room and
relax.

   It wasn't too long after that I heard a knock on my door.  Adopting a
trusting attitude in a town where people didn't lock their doors, I opened
mine.  It was Angel, still dressed in the same outfit, holding her
oversized hat in her hands and glancing from side to side down the hotel
hallway.  I didn't have to invite her to come in.  She rushed through the
doorway closing the door quickly behind her.  This ought to be good, I
thought.  I let the silence build until Angel felt compelled to speak up.

   "My name is Louise Hood but everybody calls me LouLou," Angel announced.


   All I could think of was LouLou Red Riding Hood, so I introduced myself
as Forest Wolf.  She didn't get the joke.

   "You probably want an explanation of my behavior on the bus," she began.


   I invited her to sit down on the only place available, the bed.  She
carefully sat on the opposite side from me.

   "In school, we took the mandatory sex education class last quarter.  I
failed it.  Me.  I never get anything less than an A minus," she bragged.
"Anyway, I just couldn't get it from the diagrams and lectures.  All of my
other science work has laboratory sessions where we can learn the material
with hands-on experiments."

   "You were pretty hands-on with me," I said.

   "Exactly.  Your, uh, condition, gave me the chance to perform an
experiment on the real thing, not some picture."

   "And sucking at my pants to taste my cum was part of the experiment?" I
asked.

   "No.  It's just that reading about sex organs and sexual intercourse has
left me feeling . . .  frustrated.  I have to admit that was to satisfy my
sexual curiosity."

   "So why have you come to see me now?  Another lesson, perhaps?" I asked
directly.

   I wanted LouLou to put all of her cards on the table.  I hoped she'd put
all of her clothes there too.  I had been examining her as she told me her
story.  She was every man's wet dream.  Blonde cascading hair, lovely face,
thin but not too thin, nice figure but not overly heavy on either the top
or bottom.  She was a prize, all right, and I wanted her to be my prize
tonight.

   "Okay, I'll admit it.  The teacher is willing to give me a retest in Sex
Ed.  Unless I prepare for it, I'll just fail it again.  I need your help to
prepare.  Are you willing?" LouLou asked.

   "Is your test only on male sexual functions or both male and female?" I
asked.

   LouLou got my point immediately.  "Okay, you can use my body to teach me
about female sexual functions.  But no intercourse.  I promised my mom we
wouldn't," LouLou insisted.

   "You told your mom that some guy you met on a bus was going to teach you
about sex?" I asked incredulously.

   "Yes, I tell my mom everything.  I certainly wouldn't tell my dad,"
LouLou said.

   "Your mom sounds like a cool lady.  I'd probably like her," I replied.

   "And you have to promise not to tell anybody or even give anyone the
impression that anything went on here.  This is a small town.  I'd be
ruined," she explained.

   I gave her a Scout's honor sign and she was satisfied.  I wasn't a Scout
or even a Cub but it was a promise.

   "Where do you want to start?" I asked.

   "Why don't you get undressed and explain the parts and their functions,"
LouLou requested.

   "Sure," I replied.

   I pulled off my shirt, and undid my pants, pulling them off my legs.  I
thought about war and death and rock quarries, anything but the curious
young lady sitting across from me.  It worked, and my penis hung deflated
in my underpants.

   "One of the things I need to demonstrate is how the male organ changes
as it achieves an erection," I explained.

   "Yes, that was part of the course material," acknowledged LouLou.

   "I'll need some stimulation for that demonstration.  Why don't you stand
in front of me and take your clothes off?  You'll need to do it sometime
during our lesson anyhow," I suggested.

   LouLou was reluctant but agreed with the logic.  She came around to my
side of the bed.  I stood up and pulled off my underpants.  My penis was
still mostly limp although the images I had been using were no longer
effective.

   "It's starting to enlarge already and I haven't done anything," LouLou
observed.

   "Anticipation and imagination can often serve as stimulants,² I
explained.

   LouLou began to disrobe, starting with her skirt.  At first, she lifted
it to show her long shapely legs and my penis twitched a little bigger. 
When she dropped the skirt and covered her legs, it hung there at the same
size.

   "Penises don't deflate as easily as they inflate, do they?"

   "No, they don't," I agreed.

   LouLou unbuttoned the skirt and it fell to the floor.  She wore virginal
white panties that were long and concealing.

   "No visible effect," she commented.

   "Well, your undies are hardly what any man would call sexy.  Functional,
yes.  Sexy, no," I replied.

   LouLou turned her fingers to the buttons of her blouse.  As the material
separated and I got glimpses of her bra-enclosed breasts, I got longer and
harder.  LouLou was fascinated with the process.  She let the blouse fall
from her shoulders behind her.  I remembered her wide cleavage and wondered
how it would look without a bra.

   "Is that sufficient?" she asked.

   We both looked down and saw a fully erect male organ.

   "I guess so, for now," I replied.

   I told her to come closer and I would explain all the parts.  I asked
her to point out the parts she remembered from the diagrams in class.  Soon
she was holding my dick in one hand and pointing out the parts with her
other hand.  I asked her to stroke it gently up and down.

   "You just want a hand job," she accused.

   "No, I want you to see precum, the fluid that lubricates the male organ
for penetration," I replied.

   LouLou reluctantly rubbed my penis up and down with no effect.  I showed
her how to hold her hand and how to stimulate the more sensitive parts,
just as she had done on the bus.  Soon there was a droplet of liquid at the
tip.

   "Want a taste?" I offered but LouLou declined.  "It's your turn," I
said.

   I asked her to finish disrobing so she slid down her panties and
unhooked her bra.  Her two breasts were mounted at a distance on her chest,
achieving the cleavage I had noticed before.  She had obviously never
shaved much of her pubic hair, which covered her completely.

   "You've seen some of the male's reaction to stimulation.  One way a
woman will react to stimulation is the hardening of her nipples."

   I ran my hands up and down LouLou's naked body, touching her everywhere.
Sure enough, her nipples began to expand and perk up.

   "Sometimes direct stimulation of the nipples causes other effects.'

   I rubbed my palms against her nipples and then pulled at them by sliding
them through my fingers.  LouLou was getting a dreamy expression.  The
foreplay was having an expected and desired effect.

   "How do you feel?" I asked.

   "Marvelous, uh, I mean, tingly all over and a little dizzy."

   "The next part is best done sitting down," I directed.

   LouLou sat on the bed and I spread her legs.  I fluffed her pubic hair
to the side to expose her outer cunt lips.  They had become puffy and she
had become quite moist, things I pointed out to her.  LouLou was severely
distracted from the lesson and was only half listening as I placed my
finger at her cunt opening and moved it up and back.  When I came to her
clitoris, I slid my finger against it.  LouLou jumped and her eyes bugged
out.

   "What was that?  What did you do?" she asked.

   I explained and LouLou bent over as far as she could, spreading her cunt
wide open, to try and see it for herself.  I told her to find it by feel
and she was more successful.  In fact, I had to interrupt her
self-stimulation to get on with the lesson.

   "What next?" she asked.

   "When both the male and female are prepared and lubricated, intercourse
can begin."

   "I told you, no intercourse," LouLou exclaimed.

   "Then how do you suggest you learn about the sex act itself?  From words
in a book and diagrams?"

   LouLou was hot and bothered and not thinking very clearly.  I had just
given her an excuse to continue.

   "Okay, we'll do a little bit.  But you have to wear a condom," she
prescribed.

   "I'm sorry, but I wasn't expecting this.  I don't have any."

   It was the truth.  I hadn't used one with Trish either.

   "Maybe I could call my mom and have her bring us one," LouLou suggested.


   "She would do that for you?" I asked.

   "Yes, but then people would talk.  After all, the whole town knows she
had her tubes tied a couple of years ago after she and my dad decided not
to have any more kids,"

   "So what do you want to do?" I asked phrasing the question precisely.

   LouLou was still lying on the bed with my hand stroking her body,
feeling her breasts, tweaking her nipples, probing her wet cunt, and making
quick passes over her clit.  She was hot and I knew what she wanted.  It
was the same thing I wanted.

   "Okay, you can put it in just so I can understand the effects on the
body and how it feels.  But you have to promise to pull out before you
come. Geez, I can't get pregnant.  I've got plans.  I need to finish school
and go to college.  I can't get pregnant," she insisted.

   "I promise to pull out before I ejaculate.  So I know for when it
happens, do you want me to come somewhere special?"

   I was hoping she'd say her mouth.  It would be heavenly to have my cock
sucked by an angel face like her.

   "Did you get a good taste of my cum on the bus?" I asked before she
could answer.

   "No, my fingers were moist but most of it got wiped off by your pants
when I pulled my fingers out.  And my attempt at sucking through your pants
didn't work,"

   "Then let me suggest that this is an opportunity to satisfy your
curiosity."

   "Okay, you can put some cum in my mouth, but just a taste," she agreed.

   I spread her legs apart and moved between them.

   "First, let's make sure our partners are ready."

   LouLou placed one hand on my cock and stroked it up and back until she
felt precum leaking from the head.  I used two fingers to spread LouLou's
outer lips to prepare for penetration.

   "Okay, help guide me into your cunt," I requested.

   LouLou took my hard prick with both hands and rubbed it against her
cunt, looking for the hole.  When she found it, she pulled hard and the
head of my dick made some slight progress.  LouLou's opening was tighter
than a knothole.  "This isn't working," I said.

   "Maybe we shouldn't do this," said LouLou.

   "No, we need to provide you a complete education.  This is an
opportunity to make an important point.  While the male has to be excited,
the female has to be both excited and relaxed.  This will explain,"

   I pulled back and moved my face down to LouLou's pussy.  Using my
tongue, I licked and probed and sucked and nibbled, occasionally pushing my
tongue into her hole.  The more I worked her over, the looser the opening
became.  LouLou was getting significantly aroused, as demonstrated by her
pelvic movements.  I also paid attention to her clitoris that was now
standing erect above her cunt.  The friction of my tongue against it was
having the desired effect.

   "What, uh, what are you doing?  That feels, oh, that feels . . ." LouLou
was hanging on desperately to her analytical demeanor.

   LouLou's commentary turned to cries of "oh" and "mmm" and heavy
breathing.  With a focused attack, I triggered an orgasm.

   "That, dear student, is an orgasm," I explained in my teacher voice.

   "So that's what happened on the bus.  You got me off with just your
finger.  This was much better.  Is there more?" LouLou asked.

   "Let's try intercourse one more time," I suggested getting back in
position.

   With a recent release of sexual tension, LouLou's cunt was much more
relaxed.  My erection didn't just slide in, but LouLou's efforts to pull me
in were almost immediately successful.

   "Try to feel the friction of my penis against the walls of your vagina,"
I directed her.

   The request caused her to squeeze her cunt muscles tighter, adding to
our mutual pleasure.

   "Oh, I feel it.  It's big and hot and slippery.  It's doing strange
things to my insides."

   It was true.  LouLou was building up to a vaginal orgasm.

   "More, give me more," she pleaded.

   I was already all of the way in so the best I could do was to increase
my tempo.  I also leaned back and took her ass cheeks in my hands, which
helped me pump with more control.

   "Oh, that's good.  That's great," LouLou said between grunts and heavy
breathing.

   "Do you still want me to pull out before I come?" I asked.

   "Are you ready already?  Can you hold back?  Just a little longer,
please," she asked.

   I was getting close and didn't know how long I could hold out.  I was
pretty hot myself and I felt my balls starting to contract, a sure sign
that my orgasm was near.

   "Okay, but not too much longer or I won't be responsible," I replied.

   I tried to make every thrust the one that sent her over the top.  She
was so close; I didn't want her to miss this experience.  Her grunts and
moans and the muscle tension of her cunt told me her orgasm was imminent.
But so was mine.  With a series of short strokes, LouLou went over the top
bucking her hips forward.  On my last thrust, I felt some seepage and knew
I had to pull out immediately.  Her tight cunt milked my penis for some
additional juice as I withdrew.  I left a stream of cum from her cunt up
her torso across her belly and between her breasts as I brought my erection
to her mouth.  She opened it and extended her tongue for a landing pad. 
Just a taste, she had said.  I let loose and I spurted two, three, four
times filling her mouth with jism.

   "Just swallow, it's almost pure protein," I said.

   Like the dutiful student, she obeyed.  "Oh, it's so salty, but not bad."
she commented on the experience.  I was wasted and drained and laid back,
glancing over at LouLou's lovely nakedness.  She sat up abruptly, the cum
slowly running down her chest and belly.

   "Thanks, I think I'm all set for that test," she said.

   "You're welcome," I replied.

   "There's just one more thing," she added.  There was a knock at the
door. "I asked my mom to pick me up here.  I didn't know what kind of shape
I'd be in.  Besides, she gives me an alibi in case someone sees me here,"
she explained.

   LouLou threw a sheet over me, and went to the door naked.  Without
checking the peephole, she opened the door.  Right on schedule, there was
LouLou's mom.

   Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 30

   An Original HM Tale

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