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NIGHTY-WARE 

Part 20 (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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It was my fondest dream and my worst nightmare.  I laid on the exercise mat with a complete hard-on pointing up to a balcony full of cheerleaders.  Their voyeurism had affected many of them.  Several had one hand stuck down the front of their pants.  I could only speculate as to what they had been doing while I was otherwise occupied with Sylvia.  She had rolled over on her back, ankles held together by her panties, legs spread displaying her well-fucked pussy, her firm tits rising like mountains from her chest and the too-tight tubetop still around her neck.  She was just now catching her breath.  The smell coming from her pussy was inviting and I was tempted to move over and enter her again.  Just the thought made my penis jump.  Without thinking I began to move towards her, hypnotically drawn towards her skilled cunt.  

I was startled when a voice from above hollered, "Not so fast."  

It was Mindy, the cheerleader captain.  She was coming down one of the two fire escape-style staircases.  

"Sylvia's had her turn and there are a total of twelve of us," she cautioned. 

"You know very well a man hasn't the stamina to service twelve women in a row," I countered assuming that all of them would be willing partners.  

I hadn't even thought about their boyfriends.  Most of the cheerleaders were seeing jocks from one team or another.  This was dangerous.  Even Sylvia's boyfriend was not to be trifled with.  I stood up to gain some posturing control.  Lying down on the mat was not working from a position of strength. 

"It sure looks like you're ready for number two," Mindy said gesturing to my still erect penis as she moved closer.  Mindy was the most popular and prettiest cheerleader but had a bossy and arrogant nature that turned people off.  Even I was getting soft as the conversation progressed.  I was also worried about being blackmailed by any of the eleven.  Sylvia wouldn't tell because she'd have as much to lose as I did.  But the onlookers had nothing to lose.  Unless . . .

Sylvia sat up, pulled down the tubetop and pulled up her panties to regain some modesty.  She knew she'd be the object of viewing when she agreed to be the bait but wasn't so much of an exhibitionist to sit there undressed when her fellow cheerleaders were clothed.

"Of course not.  Not all at once.  Not all in an arena setting.  But you will service each of us.  Eventually," Mindy predicted with certainty, "Sally convinced Sylvia and me that sex with you was so good we should try it.  So we all will."  

I was flabbergasted.  I didnąt think thatąs what Sally meant at all.  Mindy was proposing that I work my way through the cheerleading squad just because Sally had recounted our personal encounters.  Mindy had some nerve.  She also had the unstated threat of blackmail on her side.  

"Sure.  Whatever," I replied casually pulling up my underwear and pants which were still around my ankles.  

"Not so fast.  I saw how you were eyeing Sylvia for a second try.  You get to fuck one more of us before you go and I'll pick," Mindy demanded.  

It was the first time she used the "f" word.  

"No," I shot back, "If I'm going to fuck one of you, I'll choose."  

Mindy was startled but shrugged in agreement.  I looked up at the second floor balcony.  Some of the girls had excited expressions.  Some were tempted to raise their hands, as if volunteering to fuck was like volunteering an answer in class.  This must have been a mandatory meeting because all twelve were there.  Sylvia was out and there was no way I was going to select Mindy after our clash.  No, I was looking for an unwilling participant who would refuse the selection.  Then I could go home and formulate a plan.  Sitting above on a bench with her back to the exhibition below was Heather. I don't know how Heather made it onto the squad.  Actually I did.  She was tall and blond, a Nordic beauty.  The cheerleading squad sponsor, Ms. Tyler, hand-picked Heather.  She was studious and very shy.  This whole thing was most likely disgusting to her.  She was exactly the right choice.  

"I pick Heather," I stated.  

Many expectant smiles turned to frowns and some of the cheerleaders glared at Heather when I made my announcement.  Heather didn't move from the bench.  

"Heather, get down here," Mindy demanded.  

Still Heather sat.  Mindy marched up the metal stairway and sat next to Heather, whispering something in her ear.  Heather stood up, towering over undersized Mindy, and walked slowly down to the lower locker room.  She was in cheerleader practice clothes, probably expecting a real practice meeting.  Others in the know were wearing street clothes.  Heather approached and stood a few feet from me.  She was tall and thin and her innocence added to her desirability.  Mindy gave her a gentle nudge on her back and Heather closed the gap between us.  

"I donąt really want to do this.  Please don't hurt me," she whispered in my ear bending closer.  

I put my arms around her and whispered back, "I promise."  

"You'll have to join the gallery," I said to Sylvia and Mindy and they walked away towards the stairs.

I put my hands on Heather's face and caressed it, pushing her long straight blond hair away.  I kissed her gently on the lips but she was unresponsive.  Heather didn't socialize and didn't have a boyfriend.  

"One less jock to worry about," I thought.  

On the fifth or sixth kiss, Heather kissed me back.  With some passion.  Her mouth was still closed and I didn't push it.  I moved my hands to her back and rubbed it, up and down.  Heather's hands went to my face and she continued to kiss me with great enthusiasm.  I pulled her body closer.  She felt my hard-on against her thighs and backed away but continued to kiss.  I moved my hands up and down further, and finally I was stroking her from her shoulders down to her buttocks.  I pulled her close again and this time she did not retreat.  In fact, Heather's hands moved to my back and caressed me from shoulders to butt.  We were pressing out bodies together with all of our clothes in between.  I moved back and pulled down my pants leaving my jockey shorts on.  Heather looked down and gasped at the tent made by my erection.  She hadn't watched me and Sylvia and didn't know what to expect.  Heather slowly slid down her shorts, exposing a pair of frilly undies from which her ample pubic hair escaped.  I slid my hands up her shirt to touch her small breasts but she pulled my hands back down.  She did, however, pull her workout shirt over her head.  Her bra was unnecessary, as her small breasts didn't require any support at all.  I kneeled down and helped Heather down to the mat.  We laid there, facing each other, arms and bodies in full contact.  We resumed our kissing while my cloth-covered erection rubbed between Heather's thighs.  Heather rolled onto her back and I laid over her, putting my still covered penis at her panty-covered pussy.  She wrapped her arms and legs around me and we continued to kiss.  Now I was kissing her cheeks and neck and upper chest as she did the same.  We were both getting pretty hot but I was scared to take the next move unless she was comfortable.  Mindy provided the motivation.  

"We haven't got all day, you know.  Enough with the simulation.  Go ahead and fuck," she demanded. 

I leaned back, stood up and pulled off my shorts.  My erection was full and proud and there were audible sounds of appreciation from the gallery.  Heather pulled off her panties and laid back down.  I wanted to be sure she was moist enough for her first time.  

"This will make it easier," I advised Heather and I moved my face between her thighs and approached her pussy.  

She suddenly closed her legs, hitting my head with both knees.  

"Please, if you're not wet enough it will be painful.  Trust me," I pleaded.  

She cautiously reopened her legs and I touched the matted hair, separating it so I could see her cunt.  Her outer lips were puffy and moist, but I wanted to be sure.  I also wanted to taste the juices of this sexy young lady.  I moved my tongue from bottom to top, hoping to discover her clit.  When her hips left the mat and her pussy jumped into my face, I knew I had found it.  I gave her cunt a few more licks followed by a vigorous tongue fuck.  Now it was Heather who was impatient.  

"Give it to me," she asked.  

I moved back up and placed the head of my penis at the outer entrance, moving it around until I was just inside.  We resumed kissing as I let Heather decide how vigorous our coupling was to be.  She moved up and back carefully so she wouldnąt dislodge my penis.  I began to move further in until I reached an expected blockage.  Heather looked up at the gallery and saw the others excited and anxious.  Heather did not want to displease her teammates and  knew what she would have to do.    Heather put her hands on my hips, pushed me back until I was almost out and then pulled me forward and then back in up to her maidenhead.   The movement increased and my prick went further.   On one of the inward thrusts, Heather moved her grip to my ass and pulled me towards her hard.  Heather cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain but didn't stop the humping.  Her hips moved to a rhythm and soon we were well lubricated. Heather was now in control.  The rhythm got faster and faster as I felt our juices foaming inside her pussy.  Her legs were wrapped around me.  There was no escape.  Heather and I were a fucking machine for the rest of the cheerleaders to watch.  The friction of her virgin pussy was ready to put me over.  

"I'm gonna cum," I advised her, expecting her to let me go.  

Heather ignored my warning and fucked me even harder and faster.  A guttural sound from my throat let everyone know I had shot my wad in Heather's virgin pussy.  My penis still hard, Heather began to buck and come as I felt her cunt walls ripple with a orgasm, her first.  I gently kissed her as she unwound her legs from my torso.  I gathered my clothes and got dressed, leaving the girl's locker room without another word to anyone.

Continued in NIGHTY-WARE  Part 21

An Original HM Tale

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