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NIGHTY-WARE 

Part 33 (mg;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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A few days later, the whole family was at home in the evening when the doorbell rang.  I used that as an excuse to drop my homework and answer the door.  Much to my surprise, it was my cousin Kitten.  She grinned from ear to ear when she saw me.  She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me with her tongue snaking down my throat.  The arrival of my mom at our front door interrupted our foreplay.  

"Katherine, what ever are you doing here?  How did you get here?" my mom asked the obvious question.  

"I'm running away from home.  I hitched rides with some nice people.  My folks don't understand me.  It was obvious by the way your son behaved during our repair work that you are good parents.  I'd like to stay with you," Kitten explained giving me a furtive glance.  

My penis throbbed slightly, wondering if the drivers had taken advantage of Kitten or visa versa.  

"You know I have to call your folks.  They'll be worried sick," mom advised.  

"I know.  Just don't make me go back there," Kitten pleaded.  

My mom made no promises and headed for the phone.  

"It's too late for them to come and get you or for us to drive you back.  Make yourself at home.  Take Katherine up to the guest room" Mom directed.  

I carried Kitten's small bag and followed her up the stairs, watching her hips sway back and forth in her tight jeans.  I showed Kitten her room and put the suitcase down.  She resumed her original position, clinging to me like a second skin.  I felt her hardening nipples against my chest just as she felt my erection against her belly.  

"Where is your room?" she asked and I pointed across the hall.  

Kitten winked and shooed me out of her room.  I retreated downstairs to the den, giving up on my homework.  My mom had contacted Fred and Emma, putting their minds at ease.  There had been a major argument, not long after Betsy returned home from her visit but before she went back to school.  They mutually decided it wouldn't hurt if Kitten spent a few days with us, as a cooling off period.  I expected that things would get hotter, not cooler with that sexually inquisitive minx under our roof.  The only question was when, not if, I would be deflowering my cousin.  If one of the drivers hadn't had the pleasure first.

Kitten came downstairs in a t-shirt that ended at her upper thighs.  It was noticeably small on her as the her small breasts made points in the thin cotton material.  Even my dad took notice, like he could ignore her obvious display of femininity.  When she threw herself onto the couch, the t-shirt moved up exposing demure white cotton panties.  I was getting excited and expected that my dad wasn't immune to Kitten's charms either.  

"Maybe I should ride, uh, drive Katherine home," dad suggested to mom.    

I wondered about my dad's Freudian slip.  Did he mean ride Kitten, as in sexually?  Mom related her mutual decision with Fred and Emma, which killed that possibility.  Dad excused himself, I think to get away from the display of Kitten's charms.  I couldn't blame him one bit.  She was horny, challenging the men in our house to ignore or acknowledge her.  I left as well, using the excuse of returning to my homework.  At least Kitten was out of sight.

My mom escorted Kitten up to her temporary bedroom, told her everything would be all right and wished her pleasant dreams.  Kitten's pleasant dreams were of getting laid.  As soon as she heard my folks retire to their bedroom, Kitten snuck across the hall to mine.  She was under the covers with her hand down my underpants in an instant.  There she found the object of her desires, the penis that had almost claimed her virginity in my tent that night.  I reached under her t-shirt between her legs.  No surprise, she had removed her panties.  I was holding a hot, wet pussy ready for action.  Kitten climbed on top of me, the same position we assumed in the tent.  One more time, she guided the head of my penis between her cunt lips.  This time, there was no sister to interrupt.  

Just as Kitten was about to lower herself down to complete her sexual initiation, we heard noises.  There was heavy breathing and grunting and it wasn't coming from us.  It was my folks!  Kitten had made my dad so horny that he and my mom were going at it, just down the hall.  What a turn on!  Kitten slid down my pole a little.  The feeling of virgin cunt flesh makes me crazy and I got even harder.  Kitten stifled a moan of pleasure at the feelings of penetration.  Kitten pressed down in rhythm to the sexual sounds from my parents.  Finally I was buried all the way in her tight channel.  She couldn't wait and began serious humping, up and down, at times in rhythm with my folks' noises.  Over and over she bounced the length of my hard-on, driving deeper into her cunt.  The contractions and her squeezes told me she was having her first penis-induced orgasm.  I completed the experience by forcibly lifting her off and guiding her lips to my penis just as I came.  She swallowed almost all of my juice, with just a touch hanging from her pouty lips.  I kissed the remnants away.  Kitten wanted to just curl up with me and sleep but I reminded her we couldn't be caught in bed together.  Reluctantly she grabbed her t-shirt and tiptoed naked into the guest room.  I hoped my dad and mom had as much fun as Kitten and I did.

The next morning I headed to the bathroom to shower off the smells of sex from my encounter with Kitten the previous night.  Kitten saw me walk down the hall and gave me a lewd smile and went back into the guest bedroom.  My dad intercepted me and asked to use the bathroom first, since he had somewhere to go earlier than my departure.  I went back into my room, thinking about my episode with Kitten.  I heard footsteps and peeked out my door.  Kitten was going down the hall towards the bathroom completely naked.  She was under the mistaken impression that I was in there taking a shower and was going to surprise me.  Well, it was Kitten and my dad who were going to be surprised.  

I didn't stop Kitten and waited until she had entered the bathroom.  I walked down to the bathroom door quietly and listened.  

"Oh my goodness," I heard my dad exclaim.  

I guessed Kitten had entered the tub.  I didn't hear a sound from Kitten.  She was probably just as glad it was my dad as me.  

I heard my dad saying ³No, oh no,²  but his reaction to Kittenıs advances quickly turned into "oh, oh, oh my" and other enthusiastic comments eventually becoming "yes, oh yes!"  I could only imagine what Kitten was doing to him.  Now it was Kitten's turn.  I heard a dull thumping rhythm and Kitten's commentary of "Oohs" and "Aahs."  My dad was fucking Kitten against the bathtub stall wall!  I remembered the sound from one of my previous tutoring sessions with Sally.  Kitten was urging him on with comments like "Deeper" and "More" and "Harder."  Speaking of harder, I was getting a hard on just listening to the two of them and using my imagination to fill in the details.  The noises subsided and I retreated hastily to my bedroom so I wasn't caught as the voyeur.  I didn't want either of them to know I knew of their unintentional sexual encounter.  Maybe I could have a heart-to-heart discussion about my experiences with my dad, now that we had something, or someone, in common.

Continued in NIGHTY-WARE  Part 34

An Original HM Tale

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