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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, Ičve been adopted as the sex toy of the cheerleading squad.
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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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