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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 8 (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 had more experiences, heightening and strengthening my attention and desire for sex.  Now my parents are out of town, and I'm making the most of each opportunity while they're away.

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I ran into the house after coming home from school to answer the phone.  

"Hello," I croaked breathlessly.  

"Hi stud, this is Christi.  I'm calling to ask your help in an experiment."  

Christi was our nearby neighbor Mary's daughter, and my first tit fuck.  

She continued, "I need to perform a psychology experiment over my break, and I immediately thought of you. Are you game?"  

I replied in the affirmative.  She closed the call by asking me what time she should come over, and I told her now was fine.  I wanted us to be alone, as opposed to chaperoned by my aunt who would be coming home in a couple of hours.  

"Okay, I'll be over as soon I get ready.  By the way, stud, I repaired the bra catch before my mom came home."  

Christi was reminding me of her ample breasts, ones that busted the front hook on the Nighty-Ware bra her mom had purchased.

Christi arrived a few minutes later, as I was making a hurried clean-up of the house.  My aunt didn't do any cleaning, and the place was getting messier day by day.  Christi threw her coat on a nearby chair,and she directed me into the dining room.  She was carrying a couple of shopping bags with electronic devices and wires, and I wondered just what I had let myself in for.  I also noticed that Christi was pretty well covered, not like the first time I had seen her.  She wore an oversized sweater that hid her chest, and a long loose skirt that covered her legs.

I sat in a chair and Christi explained the procedure.  She was going to hook up a few sensors, on my head and chest and arms, which would measure pulse, respiration, and something about skin tension.  All of the wires hooked into a small device she placed on the table and plugged into a nearby outlet.  

"Don't worry, the sensors are isolated, you won't get electrocuted," and she smiled at the joke.  

The sensors were rubbed with a conductive jelly to improve contact and applied using suction and velcro.

Christi asked me to read to myself from a booklet, to establish a set of normal readings on the machine.  I half skimmed/half read the booklet while Christi left the room.  The machine made little noise, I guess not to distract me or give any clues about the readings. 

I had just about finished the booklet, which described some boring history and science stuff when Christi came back into the room.  She sat down on a chair in front of me and placed her watch on the table.  Evidently, this was a timed experiment, and Christi could execute it better if she didn't have to keep looking at her wrist.  

"My, its warm in here," she said suddenly.  

I didn't feel any differently, but Christi acted on her comment by pulling the sweater over her head in asmooth motion.  She was wearing a white translucent blouse under it, through which I could just about make out her bra and those lucious tits. 

I felt myself getting excited, and began to speculate on the nature of this stimulus/response experiment.  

After an appointed amount of time, Christi announced, "I still feel warm, do you," stood and unzipped the skirt, let it fall to the ground, and sat back down.  

Her legs were shapely and athletic, and she wore modest underwear, not like the ones she wore in our last encounter.  My imagination was getting the better of me, and I could almost she her naked in front of me despite the remaining articles of clothing she wore.

The experiment continued, as her blouse, and then her panties, and finally her bra came off. Now Christi was sitting just a couple of feet away, buck naked, while I was still clothed and hooked to a machine.  My pulse was racing, I was starting to sweat, and my skin tingled at the sight.  As a conscious act, on her schedule, Christi began to fondle and massage her breasts.  It was obvious she had done this before, and knew what felt good.  She slid her hands around the outside of each breast, and ended each stroke by pulling at her hardening, extended nipples.  My dick hurt fiercely as it was cramped into my jeans, but I had been told sit still so I didn't even try to adjust it.  In the next step, Christi spread her legs, moved one hand down to her privates, and began to massage herself down there.  Her hand obstructed my view, and I wanted ever so much to move closer and watch.

"Well, that's it," Christi announced as she turned off the machine and stood up.  

She moved quickly to remove the sensors on my body, pulling them free without even touching me.  I was all worked up, with a raging hard on, and more than a modest amount of precum staining my underpants.  Christi turned around to put the device and sensors back in the bags.  I couldn't help myself, stood up, and reached around to take her full, firm breasts in my hands.  I rubbed them and caressed them and judiciously rubbed her hardened nipples.  

Christi pressed her butt back against the bulge in my crotch and asked, "What took you so long?  I was ready for you four steps ago!"

Christi turned to face me, and she helped me undress so that we were both naked.  She grabbed her clothes and I escourted her to my bedroom.  I tossed the clothes and books and stuff from my bed, and we laid down together.  The anticipation made the doing even better, and we had a glorious and mutually satisfying fuck with me on top, driving my prick home in and out of her trained pussy while I ran my mouth and tongue over her sensitive breasts.  She succeeded in getting me up again for a tit fuck, but as hard as we tried my balls weren't up to the task.

We heard a car pull up, and I threw on my jeans and t-shirt, leaving Christi to get her clothes back on while I stalled my live-in parental substitute.  I opened the door for my aunt and engaged her in small talk about nothing in particular.  Christi appeared from my bedroom, gathered up her equipment, and left with a "Thanks."  

"It was a school experiment she needed help with," I explained feebily.  My aunt adopted her standard questioning expression with significant doubt added in for good measure, and captured the prevailing odor with a snort.

I wondered if I was taking too many chances, and if I was risking getting caught, but my sex drive seemed to be in control these days.

Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 9

An Original HM Tale

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