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NIGHTY-WARE 

Part 35 (mg;mF;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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Kitten was going home to her folks.  She and her mom had a series of telephone conversations and they had made at least a temporary peace.  In the meantime, Kitten and I had several fucking sessions but I had never cum in her.  They always ended with either Kitten taking my spurts in her mouth or on her body.  Since her folks were arriving for dinner, our last chance for sex would be after school.  Kitten was waiting in a t-shirt and shorts when I got home.  I had been hiding an erection all day just thinking about what she had said -- "Something special."

We went upstairs immediately and took our clothes off.  We were alone without fear of interruption or discovery.  Kitten licked my already hard penis into full extension and laid me back on the bed.  She took a position on top and lowered herself down.  After all of our fucking she was still extremely tight.  She began to bounce up and down with enormous enthusiasm.  Her breasts hypnotised me as they jiggled around on her chest with the motion of her body.  

"Like father, like son," she murmured to no one in particular, confirming her sexual liaison with my dad.  

She was almost slamming herslf down on me and I felt the fluids gathering for an intense explosion that had been in the making all day.  I tried to move her off so I wouldn't cum in her but she stood her ground.  

"Cum, cum, cum," she chanted, although I needed very little urging.  

I was scared of getting Kitten pregnant.  Our sex was for fun, not for making babies.  Kitten was already messed up with her folks.  A teen pregnancy wouldn't help matters at all.

Just then the phone rang.  I stretched over to answer it while Kitten continued her onslaught.  Maybe the phone call would bring me back from the brink of orgasm.  It was Bill, one of the guys I hang out with.  

He said hello and then asked a strange question -- "What are you doing right now?"  

I couldn't tell him I was fucking my young cousin and about to dump a load of sperm into her tight, demanding cunt.  I told him I had just gotten out of the shower and had answered the phone in a towel.  I asked him why.  He told me he was inviting classmates and young relatives to a "Come As You Are" birthday party.   

"Cu, cu, cu, come, come as you are?" I stuttered weakly.  

"Cum, cum, cum," chanted Kitten in response.  

My balls tightened, I grunted, my hips thrust upward, and Kitten got what she wanted.  

"Are you okay?  You sound winded," asked Bill.  

"Yeah, just fine," I replied panting as I tried to regain my breath.  

He warned me not to cheat as he had written down my answer.  Great, now I've got to attend Bill's birthday in a towel.  I guess that's better than showing up with my prick firmly planted in my female cousin while she was hanging from my neck with her legs wrapped around me.

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I wanted to sleep in on the Saturday of the ÒCome As You AreÓ party but my mom had other ideas.  ÒI have an errand for you to run,Ó she asked.  The new Nighty-Ware catalog had arrived and my mom had distributed copies of it to her previous and some new customers.  ÒThere have been several requests for you to make the deliveries.  Maybe you can make some tips,Ó my mom speculated.  If anything, it would be her customers who wanted a tip -- of a hard penis in their mouth, cunt or ass.

The first delivery was to Darlene, my horny Valentine girl.  She greeted me warmly, taking my hands in hers.  We were both grateful for our last encounter.  She came away feeling more like a desirable woman.  I came away with my first piece.  I waited until Darlene opened the package.  This number was unusual because it was opaque.  It was made of many small pieces of dark material, attached to each other so that body movement would show only small patches of bare skin.  Darlene insisted on trying it on for me and who was I to refuse a customerÕs request?  In just a few minutes, Darlene called me into her bedroom.  The effect was quite sensual.  Darlene was not the prettiest neighbor IÕd messed around with but I owed her for being my first.  And, she was getting me excited.  I made a game out of trying to kiss the exposed areas as Darlene shifted her weight and moved while standing in place.  I got lucky and timed a kiss directly on her pussy as the material parted.  

ÒOh yes, there,Ó Darlene directed my attention.  

She fell back on her bed and pushed the material away from her cunt, giving me clear access.  I used my tongue as DarleneÕs belly and thighs rose and fell with my attention to her lower lips.  She was ready and so was I.   I pulled my slacks and underwear down and entered Darlene easily.  She held my hips and whipped me back and forth, my penis punishing her.  We both heard the back door open as DarleneÕs husband came home.  Darlene, however, wouldnÕt let go until she had gotten satisfied.  I wanted to go before I got pummeled.  I increased my tempo, even faster than Darlene had achieved by holding my hips.  Darlene came and released her grip.  I hadnÕt cum but didnÕt care.  I got myself back together and went downstairs to greet DarleneÕs husband.  

ÒWhat are you doing here?Ó he asked gruffly.  ÒSay, arenÕt you that neighbor kid who delivered that frilly garbage?  You didnÕt bring my wife another one of those things, did you?Ó

Before I could answer, Darlene came downstairs fully dressed holding an opened box.  

ÒNo dear, I ordered this modest cotton nightgown.  ThatÕs all,Ó she explained.

Any kind of inspection would have identified the nightgown to be old and washed, not new.  But DarleneÕs husband was satisfied and left for the kitchen.

ÒI know you didnÕt get off, dear,Ó Darlene apologized.  

ÒThatÕs okay.  IÕve got my health,Ó I replied as I walked out their door.

The next delivery was to a new customer, Trudy, about a block away.  Evidently she had heard about my momÕs business from a previous customer, borrowed an older Nighty-Ware catalog, and placed her first order.  I didnÕt know if the previous customer was one I had been intimate with or not, or whether Trudy knew about me at all.  I was pleasantly surprised when a younger woman answered the door.  She had short brown hair and a nice figure. 

ÒOh, my Nighty-Ware order,Ó she exclaimed with enthusiasm.  

Her smile faded as she examined the packing slip.  Some of the things she had ordered had been discontinued and Nighty-Ware had made substitutions without telling her or my mom.  I apologized awkwardly and offered to take the stuff back.  Trudy was too jazzed about getting the order to send it back that quick.  

ÒAt least I want to see what they sent me,Ó she explained.

We opened the box on a living room coffee table and examined the contents.  There were two outfits.  The first was a sheer neck to floor gown in black.  The other was a two piece, top and panties.

ÒThis one doesnÕt look like its my size.  Does Nighty-Ware do alterations?Ó Trudy asked.

I quickly checked the catalog for an answer and found it.

ÒYes, the first alteration is free when substitutions have been made by Nighty-Ware,Ó I explained by reading from the catalog.

ÒWell then, IÕll try this one on and you can mark it for alterations,Ó Trudy stated matter-of-factly.

I didnÕt tell her that my mom had done this in the past and I had no training for such an activity.  However, the opportunity of seeing Trudy in these outfits clamped my mouth shut.  Trudy returned to the living room in the black floor gown.  She had left her bra and panties on but the effect was still stunning.  As she walked around the room and passed by several windows, I got the backlit view of her exquisite figure.  I was getting pretty excited but Trudy paid no attention.

ÒThe way this is woven, IÕm not sure if anything can be done with it.  ItÕs more like a sack dress anyway.  You know, one piece of material  And it would look funny if it were any shorter,Ó  Trudy said.

She demonstrated by lifting the gown from the floor slowly, gradually exposing her legs for me to see without the translucent black covering.  She kept pulling it higher and higher, past her bikini panties and eventually over her head.  Trudy stood there in bra and panties with an innocent look on her face.

ÒI guesa IÕll try this other one now,Ó Trudy explained as she shimmied out of the room.

I couldnÕt hide my erection and hoped either Trudy didnÕt notice or took advantage of my readiness.  Anything else would be quite embarassing.

ÒHow is this?Ó Trudy asked as she entered with the two piece on.  

The top was sleeveless and was designed to drape over the womanÕs torso, ending at her stomach.  The panties were tight at the hips but loose and flowing to her knees.

ÒI think these both need alterations, donÕt you?Ó  

Trudy was correct.  The top looked funny coming down that far and the pants were too long.

ÒHere are some safety pins to mark the alterations.  Be careful, I wouldnÕt want to get pricked,Ó Trudy said.

I thought that was an interesting choice of words but started my task.  

ÒI think I want the top taken up at the shoulders, like this,Ó Trudy started to explain.  But as she lifted her arms to demonstrate, she saw her motion also lifted the top even further.

ÒI guess youÕll have to make the adjustments without my help.  Just gather the material at the shoulders until I tell you when.Ó

I stood in front of Trudy and began to bunch the material at her shoulders.  The front edge of the top slowly crept up her stomach until her belly was fully exposed.  Trudy said nothing.  I continued gathering as the material was now starting to expose the bottoms of her naked breasts.Ó

ÒThatÕs fine, pin it there,Ó Trudy requested.

I pinned the bunched material as best I could with a couple of safety pins on each side.  The front material was uneven, making a diagonal across her chest but she didnÕt complain.  Then she stretched her arms above her head.  I was faced with one half covered breast and one breast with an exposed and aroused nipple.  Maybe she didnÕt know what she was doing.  Maybe she did.

ÒNow the pants, please,Ó Trudy asked. ÒTheyÕre too long.  Fold them up to make them shorter.  Trudy stood straight up as I created a hem for the first leg.  My fingers were high on her thigh and I slowed down.  ÒHigherÓ she requested when I stopped.  I took the pant leg up another one-half inch, dangerously close to TrudyÕs crotch.  ÒThatÕs fine, just pin it there.  Make sure it doesnÕt slid back down,Ó Trudy directed.  The outer material was easy but the material close to TrudyÕs crotch required me to reach inside.  I discovered that Trudy had removed her undies as well as her bra for this outfit.  The back of my hand brushed against TrudyÕs naked mound but she showed no reaction.  I moved to the back and did the same thing, this time the back of my hand rested against TrudyÕs ass and pussy.  Still no reaction.  I performed the same procedure on the other pant leg.  TrudyÕs crotch seemed moist and I recognized the smell of a womanÕs sex.

ÒAll done,Ó I announced.

ÒFine, then youÕll need to take these,Ó Trudy said and with two quick motions dropped the pants to the floor and pulled the top over her head.  Trudy stood there naked and lovely.  I was speechless.

ÒDonÕt worry.  Anna explained everything.  I was just having fun with you.  I hope you donÕt mind.  Maybe I can make it up to you somehow,Ó Trudy said as she approached me.  Her hand reached out and traced the shape of my hard on in my pants as she pulled my head towards her and kissed me with feeling and passion unlike anything I had experienced.  That afternoon, she sucked me dry, we fucked and she took me up the ass.  I donÕt think she was finished but I was devastated.  With her pinned up outfit in hand, I wobbled back home to get ready for the party.

Continued in NIGHTY-WARE  Part 36

An Original HM Tale

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