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This story is for entertainment only.  It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction.  The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact.  I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here.  The characters in the story are entirely fictional.

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