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NIGHTY-WARE 

Part 15 (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 experiences wherever I am, whether its in the neighborhood or with my parents at a resort.

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I continued to tutor Sally McGinnis, both in math and sex.  I can't say how it happened, but her mind seemed to be more open to learning after one of our sexual encounters than at other times.  My encounters with Sally had been enjoyable but limited, since it was clear that full-fledged sex was out of bounds.  She still ignored me during school hours and we never went out on anything even vaguely resembling a date, but Sally greeted me with hugs and kisses in various states of undress or provocative attire when we were alone.  I knew she was using me, but it was mutual and there was no harm done.

School was going to be closed for a teacher institute day, and I had caught up on all of my homework.  In fact, I was even a little bit ahead in a couple of subjects.  I decided that on my day off of school I would just hang out and relax.  Little did I suspect what was in store.

The night before, after my folks went to sleep, I crept down to the family room and hot-wired the cable box so I could watch one of the adult channels.  That evening's movie was a no-plot special, featuring short vignettes that ending in the participants fucking each others' brains out.  When I tuned in, a man was visiting a doctor's office, and the nurse, dressed in a mini skirt and low-cut top, used the opportunity to have the man disrobe and then seduced him.  I took myself in hand, and the patient and I both came at the same time, he all over her tits and me in a tissue that I flushed down the toilet.

My "sleep in late" was interrupted by a ringing telephone.  My mom came to my room a couple of minutes later, knocking on the closed door before she came in.  I was glad that I'd trained both of my parents on the need for a young man's privacy.  The call had been from Karen, who needed some help with chores around the house.  Karen had been my first Nighty-Ware sexual encounter.  I daydreamed what those chores might include, and so I agreed with just enough hesitation to prevent suspicion.  I was cleaning up and getting dressed when the phone rang again.  This time it was Sally.  Her date for today called and canceled, so she wanted to know if I was available for another tutoring session.  She told me it would be special, so how could I refuse.  I changed into nicer clothes, planning on walking over to Sally's directly from Karen's.  My, this was going to be a busy day.

When I reached Karen's house, I knocked on the door.  She was dressed in a floor-length house dress, the unsexiest thing I'd ever seen.  The great shape of her body that I had experienced when she came over to pick up her lingerie was almost hidden.  She told me that the first chore was the kitchen sink, which had become clogged.  I was beginning to wonder if she really did call my mom to have me to chores.  I used a plunger that I found in the utility closet to force water down the drain, with limited results.  Karen handed me a bottle of chemical solvent to cure the clog.  While I poured the solvent down the drain, Karen began to speak.  

"I've been thinking about our encounter at your house," she began hesitantly.  

Since the instructions said to wait 15 minutes before flushing, I turned to listen to her.  Karen was standing near me, absent-mindedly rubbing the plunger stick between and against her breasts.  She startled, changing subjects, and told me she needed a light bulb changed in her closet.  

We went into her bedroom, with Karen carrying a small step stool to assist in the task.  The stool was too short for me to reach the simple fixture and the burned-out bulb without standing on the very top.   

"I'll support you," Karen offered.  

She came from behind and, placing her hands on my hips, pulled herself towards me.  

"I haven't been the same since that incident," she continued her previous train of thought, "Now I think about you and I have these sexual thoughts I can't seem to get out of my mind."  

As I reached up and began to remove the bulb, Karen slid her hands off my hips and around my thighs, burying her face in the crease of my butt.  I had the fixture in one hand and the bulb in another, and tried to hand the bulb down to Karen, who was now caressing the front of my legs, from my knees up to my groin but avoiding my hardening penis.  

I finally tossed the fixture and bulb onto the nearby bed, and asked Karen for the replacement bulb.  She shook her head as if to clear it from a trance, and pulled the new bulb from her housecoat pocket.  I put the new bulb in, and asked Karen to retrieve the glass fixture so I could complete the job.  She stepped away and picked it up, and I started to lose my balance.  She rushed back and grabbed me to prevent my fall, only this time she was facing me and her free hand clutched my ass with her face breathing heavily on my crotch.  She handed me the fixture and it was all I could do to reattach it while she was rubbing her face up and down and around my swollen member.

As I climbed down from the stool, Karen released her grasp of my ass.  

She looked at me and said, "Those things we did at you house were improper.  I apologize, I don't know what came over me."  

Her words didn't match her current behavior, which was at least as erotic as our first session.  Karen told me that she needed things rearranged in the basement crawl space.  When I objected that I'd get my nice clothes all dirty, Karen fetched a set of her husband's work clothes that I could use.  I decided to change right there, and Karen did not retreat.  I stripped down to my t-shirt and jockey shorts, and my bulge was clearly visible.  Karen took a long look, as if mesmerized, and then snapped her face away.  Her husband's pants and shirt were too big on me -- the shirt sleeves had to be rolled up, and the pants wouldn't stay up unless I held them.

Karen and I walked down to basement, and I stumbled over the long pants legs.  Karen caught me, and bent down to roll the pant legs up.  Her house dress had come undone at the top, and I could see the very top of her cleavage, a memorable sight.  Karen stared at my crotch as she made the pant legs tolerable for walking, and then stood and looked deeply into my eyes.  Again,  Karen seemed to uddenly wake up, and gave me general directions about what she wanted where.  I did my best to put things in their place, all the while getting filthy as I kicked up dust.  Several times I came out of my crouch, and banged my head on the pipes and floor joists above me.  I crawled out, and Karen was angry. She told me that I had done a terrible job, and that she'd have to go in herself and make things right.  She slowly unbuttoned her house dress and let it fall to the floor.  There she stood, in a set of lacy underwear, as spectacular as I remembered.  This woman had an outstanding body, and I wondered if she ever got to wear the outfit she had bought from my mom.

"You're filthy," she exclaimed as if she just noticed, "You have to clean up right now" and she took my hand and led me upstairs to the bathroom and closed the door.  

She stood, leaning on the vanity, so I let go of my pants and let them fall to the floor.  I pulled the oversized shirt over my head in one smooth motion, and then took off my t-shirt and underpants.  My penis pointed directly at Karen, and she watched it carefully as it bobbed in front of her.  She said nothing, so I hopped into the shower to clean off.  The shower curtain was clear, so I put on a good show, taking time to rub myself all over with soap, paying special attention to my erection.

Karen absentmindedly rubbed her breasts through her bra and her cunt through her skimpy panties, and her expression showed that she knew how to get herself aroused.  I couldn't wait any longer, turned off the water, stepped out of the tub and took Karen in my arms.  Her arms held me tight as our lip locked, and my wet and slippery penis rubbed between her slightly-spread legs.  I stroked her back and ass urgently.  I wanted her, right then and there.  We both moved through the door and into the bedroom.  I ripped off her bra, and her succulent, hard-tipped breasts were mine for suckling.  I put my hand into the side of her panties and ripped them from her, leaving her completely naked to my touch.  I moved her onto the bed, pulled her willing legs apart, and entered her moist cunt, for the full length of my hard-on, in one motion.

She put her legs over my back, giving me deeper penetration, and I took advantage of the opportunity to stroke her pussy from the inside, up and down, in and out.  Just when my back started to ache and my loin was going numb, my sex juices gurgled and boiled and exploded deep within her.  Our activity had been so frenetic, I had no idea if Karen had cum or not, but I was too exhausted to care.  This had been, by far, the most exciting, most taxing fuck of my life.

And, Sally was waiting patiently for me at her house, with a surprise.  Oh my!

Continued in NIGHTY-WARE  Part 16

An Original HM Tale

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