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NIGHTY-WARE 

Part 28 (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.
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We had been at it for a few days and the cabin was looking respectable on both the inside and outside.  It was almost time to go home.  All in all, it hadn't been as bad as I thought.  I got to meet some family I didn't know and learned some skills using tools that would come in handly later in life.  

Kitten kept up her flirting and teasing.  One night, Uncle Fred and another relative set up a make-shift movie theater using a VCR and a TV set that they ran off accessory jacks in two of their vehicles.  Kitten decided that my lap was the best seat in the house.  Everybody thought it was so cute.  Little did they know that she was groping me through the whole movie, and I had to rush out so no one would see the obvious bulge in my pants.

Betsy was pleasant enough although she occasionally checked my crotch for wet spots.  So much for first impressions. I watched out for Trish so she wouldn't pull another prank on me.  She seemed to be mostly interested in spending time with Betsy anyway.

I was dozing off after another day of labor when a late night visitor crept into my small tent.  It was Kitten, in cotton pajama top and pants.  I slept in cut-offs and a t-shirt, fresh ones for the next day.  

"I'm here to pick up where we left off," she said boldly, pulling open her top. 

Her breasts were just budding, small mounds of flesh punctuated with pointy nipples that evidenced her excitement.  

"Why is this so important to you?  Why now?  And why me?"  

"Betsy and Trish do more than just sleep together, if you know what I mean.  They think I'm asleep but I hear everything they do.  I want to make love to a man so I don't turn out like them," Kitten explained as she slowly slid her pants from her hips.  

Her pubic mound was surprisingly hairy for someone so young.  She ran her hand down between her legs spreading them slightly and put one finger in her pussy, moving it around.  

"I'm ready," she announced. 

I doubted it.  My dick was pushing down the length of my cut-offs and was almost peaking out.  Kitten saw my condition and fell to the ground in front of me.  She ran her hand up the leg of my shorts and pulled at the head of my cock. This position was uncomfortable, so I unbuttoned and unzipped my cutoffs, slid them and my underwear off and threw them in the corner of the tent.  Kitten knelt down in front of me, straddling my legs.  She moved closer and positioned her stimulated pussy at the tip of my raised penis.  With her help and considerable effort, the expanded head of my dick was in just far enough so it was covered by her cunt lips.  She was warm and extremely tight and I was actually looking forward to teaching this youngster about man to woman sex. 

Just as I was about to move deeper into Kitten's willing pussy, our activity was interrupted by another visitor.  Betsy's head came through the tent opening.  

"I knew I'd find you here," she chastised Kitten.  

Betsy lifted Kitten off me by her armpits, exposing my fully engorged prick whose head was shiny from Kitten's juices.  Betsy was distracted for a moment while she surveyed my manhood.  

"You aren't going to fuck my younger sister," she proclaimed.  

"What am I supposed to do with this?" I asked waving my pole back and forth.  

I was about to ask her if she'd like to sample it, when Betsy replied. "Put it back in your pants, cuz, cause you're not sticking that thing in me either."

Betsy thought for a moment, then said, "I have a better idea.  I know someone who'd really appreciate a hunk like that."  

She pointed at but didn't touch my hard-on.  

"I would," Kitten chimed in.  

Betsy gave her a disapproving glance.  This felt like my cheerleader experience - someone else deciding who I'd have sex with.  

"Who do you mean?" I asked.  

I couldn't think of any other female in our little tent city that I was interested in. 

"Trish," Betsy said.  

"But I was under the impression you two were . . . well, you know, a couple," I replied. 

"I don't know where you got that idea," Betsy said looking over at Kitten. "No, we're bisexual.  I enjoy a good fuck as much as the next girl.  I just don't have much stomach for incest, cuz, no matter how tempting."  

She took another long look at my erection which was being maintained purely by our sexual conversation and licked her lips subconsciously.  

"You can't just walk in there and jump on her.  We have to be more subtle.  Follow me and be quiet," Betsy ordered.  

I owed Trish one and I considered fucking her ample repayment.  After all, she showed she was one sexy lady when she wore that thong bathing suit.  I went to put my cut-offs back on but Betsy stopped me.  

"She'll wake up if you start undressing in our tent.  Stay just the way you are." 

I was nervous about walking around tent city naked but followed Betsy out of the tent.  

"You put your pajamas back on, young lady," Betsy said to Kitten, who had started to follow us completely naked.  

We waited until Kitten put her PJs on and then started for their tent.  I couldn't see a thing in the dark and was having trouble keeping up.  Betsy stopped and reached back for me, grabbing my erection, taking hold and leading me in the correct direction.  Her fingers drummed against my skin as she held it.  I figured she was reconsidering her feelings regarding incest.  We arrived at the tent and Betsy motioned for us to stay off to the side.  The tent was big enough to stand up in, but Kitten and I crawled quietly into the corner, waiting for further directions from Betsy.  

Betsy stripped and I saw her body for the first time.  She was lovely with a great figure, sculpted legs and nice tits.  I hoped that she'd rethink sleeping with a male cousin.  If seeing Betsy naked wasn't enough to keep me hard, Kitten kept one hand running up and down my erection.  If she wasn't going to get laid, at least she wanted to be part of the process. I concentrated on not making any noise but the stimulation was getting to be almost unbearable.  I needed a release, and soon.  Precum had been leaking from the tip of my dick ever since Kitten mounted me.  Once in a while, Kitten would rub the droplets around the head of my prick, keeping it shiny and lubricated.  On other occasions she would remove the droplets with the tip of her finger and suck her finger clean. At this rate, Kitten was going to get a big sticky surprise.  I was tempted to move Kitten's head in front of my erection, hoping she would take the hint and suck me off.  But there was the matter of Trish to deal with, so I squatted and waited.

Betsy had slid into a double sleeping bag with Trish and had started to fondle her.  Trish was only half awake and was enjoying whatever Betsy was doing.  Betsy pulled back the sleeping bag and exposed them both.  Trish was curled up on her side. Her body was just as good as I imagined from seeing her in that skimpy bathing suit.  Betsy had slid in behind Trish and was running her fingers along Trish's exposed pussy lips.  It was almost too much to bear.  Two beautiful and sexy college coeds, lying naked in front of me while a oversexed young girl was stroking my dick.  Betsy whispered something in Trish's ear and Trish rolled over on her back.  Betsy climbed in between Trish's legs and put her face to Trish's pussy.  I couldn't see anything except Betsy's naked backside but I heard her as she ate out her roommate.  I was tempted to crawl over and put my desperate erection in Betsy's pussy.  It was aromatic enough for me to believe she was lubricated enough to take it.  Kitten's grip on my dick held me back.  

Betsy moved out of the way and directed me with hand signals to take her place.  I crawled over quickly and moved into position.  I laid on my arms as I moved my face between Trish's legs closer to her pussy.  I picked up where Betsy left off, using my tongue up and down Trish's already wet cunt, making sure to flick the spot I guessed her clitoris to be.  Trish was thrusting her hips up to match the thrusts of my tongue into her pussy.  Kitten was still behind me, paying attention to my prick which still hadn't gone down.  Betsy gave me the sign, and I raised my face up from Trish's cunt.  I took a kneeling position between Trish's legs with my cock aimed at her lubricated opening.  I put one hand on each side of her body to brace myself.  Betsy motioned for Kitten to assist.  Kitten crawled to the side, retook hold of my prick and as I leaned forward, placed it at the opening to Trish's cunt.  For a moment, I wasn't sure Kitten was going to let go, but she did.  

Trish might have been half asleep but even in that condition knew the difference between a tongue and a penis.  She startled and opened her eyes wide in astonishment to find me above her, naked and starting to fuck her.  Betsy put her hand over Trish's mouth to muffle Trish's scream and attempted to provide her some assurance that everything was going to be okay.  I didn't wait and leaned forward, giving Trish the first few inches of my cock.  She tried to wiggle away depite Betsy's presence and comforting.  Trish wasn't buying Betsy's story that this was her idea and that she should lay back and enjoy it.  So I wouldn't slip out with Trish's agitated movements, I pushed forward until I was all the way in.  With the feelings that accompanied a filled cunt, Trish began to change her attitude.  

She stopped wiggling and her cunt gently squeezed my erection.  I started to work my way in and out, small movements at first.  Trish began to enjoy it, and removed Betsy's hand from her mouth.  Trish needed her mouth for other purposes, including giving me a French kissing lesson.  I was an excellent student.  Trish threw her legs around mine, heels on my spine, pumping with all her might.  I did the same, trying to match Trish's rhythm.  It had been too long, and I needed to come real bad.  It must have been my grunts that gave it away, because Trish and Kitten both reacted.  Trish was banging her pelvis at me, looking for more stimulation.  Kitten came up from behind us, reached inbetween our intertwined torsos and squeezed my balls.  That was all it took.  I felt a ripple of orgasm like none I had ever experienced before and emptied all of the cum I had generated from foreplay with Kitten and getting groped by Betsy and fucking Trish deep into Trish's cunt. When the movement stopped, Trish relaxed her legs from around my back and almost hit Kitten in the head.  I pulled out, my penis slowly shrinking back to normal.  

"I'll walk him back to his tent," Kitten offered.  

"Oh no you don't.  You don't even get sloppy seconds," advised Betsy.  

It was the first time I had heard the use of the phrase used that way.  Kitten grumbled something under her breath and backed off.  Betsy helped me to my feet and escorted me outside.  Trish just laid there, exhausted from the rigor of our mating session.  My legs were kind of rubbery after such a vigorous encounter.  When Betsy dropped me off at my tent, she gave me a hug.  It didn't dawn on her that we were both naked.  Her breasts pressed against my chest and my deflated penis rubbed against her unshaved pussy.  Amazing as it was, I felt another erection starting.  I held the hug as long as I possibly could so that Betsy would feel my manhood between her legs.  She did, and opened her stance so my dick could slide between her warm thighs.  I moved it gently back and forth as Betsy held her thighs together, feeling the friction against her cunt lips.  She broke the hug, bodies still touching from the waist down.  

"Maybe it wouldn't be so bad," she said and stepped back, giving my prick a final caress as she returned to her tent.

That was the last sexual escapade on my spring break non-vacation.  I look forward to getting together with Uncle Fred and Aunt Emma and their kids again.  Real soon. 

Continued in NIGHTY-WARE  Part 29

An Original HM Tale

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