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NIGHTY-WARE 

Part 19 (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 go.

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I was still wondering what the surprise was that Sally had mentioned before she left town. In the days that followed, I couldn't imagine what Sally's gift could be, so I waited for an envelope or a package to arrive at my house, but none showed up.  Her mom's arrangement of the meeting with the tattoo lady from my folks' vacation was terrific.  Sally's family had exceeded my expectations for a going away gift already.  I began to get a strange feeling at school, where some members of the previously standoffish cheerleading squad were taking more notice of me. Then the surprise happened.  I was leaving school at just past normal time when I heard my name called.  It was Sylvia, one of the cheerleaders and a close friend of Sally.  

"I'm glad I caught you before you left.  I've got a problem and I could use your assistance," she pleaded.  

She wasn't wearing her cheerleading outfit, just a sweater and jeans.  I shouldn't say just.  The sweater accentuated her well-developed breasts, larger and more pronounced than Sally's.  And her jeans looked painted on, they were so tight.  

"Follow me," she demanded and I did.  

The view of her swaying hips and the gap between her thighs began to get me aroused.  The possibility that this was Sally's surprise added to my excitement.  Sylvia had never even looked at me, let alone spoken.  We were in two different leagues.  I was hoping I was moving up from the farm club with her request for help.  I didn't even care what she wanted help with.  I fantasized as we walked about things I'd like to help her with.  She led me to the Girl's Locker Room.  

"I can't go in here," I argued.  

"I checked and everyone is gone.  The thing I need you to help me with is in here," she replied, taking my hand and pulling me into the forbidden area.

"So just what do you need my help with?" I asked in a slightly impatient tone.  

"The cheerleaders are putting on a show at the next school assembly and we're asking people for their opinions about our outfits."  

I only saw Sylvia, not "we" and I was the only one there, not "people."  

"Why me?" I questioned although I was anxious to get started.  

"Sally told me you were a big help.  She said you had a fashion sense and we could trust your judgment," she answered.  

"So Sally is involved," I thought.

"Okay, show me the outfits and I'll give you my opinion," I suggested.  

"You won't get the full effect unless you see them on someone," she replied as she walked over to a box of samples.  

"Okay, let the fashion show begin," I said as I sat on one of the hard wooden benches and put down my backpack.

Sylvia took an outfit from the box and said," I'll go change in the coach's office."  

She walked out with her trademark sway.  I stood up to take a look around.  This was probably my only opportunity to visit the girl's locker room.  On one wall were shower stalls with dividers but no curtains.  There were rows of lockers and benches between them, just like the boy's locker room.  There was a training map on the floor nearby.  Above was a second floor balcony that surrounded the room.  The balcony had more lockers and benches to accommodate an increased student population.  As I turned I noticed that there was a glass pass-through window between the coach's office and the locker room, probably so the gym teacher's could monitor the girls and prevent hanky panky.  By moving down the wooden bench, I caught a glimpse of Sylvia.  She had removed her blouse and was skinnying out of her jeans.  Bent over, her bra strained to hold her large breasts, and I began to get turned on again.  She moved to get the outfit and I lost sight of her until she came back into the room.  

"Well, what do you think?" she asked hands on hips and legs slightly spread.  

She wore a loose crop-top that exposed her smooth flat stomach and a short pleated skirt.  

"I can't tell how it will look unless I see you do the number," I replied going along with the game.  

She put her hands over her head which lifted the crop-top to expose the bottom of her bra.  Her hip movements from side to side flung the crop-top so her bra was mostly exposed and tossed the skirt up to provide brief exposure of her panties.  She hadn't put on the outfit's matching pants.  

"I don't know, I think that top might be embarrassing.  It shows a lot when you dance," I said honestly.  

"Hmm, maybe we should use something tighter," Sylvia replied and bent over to look in the outfit box.  

She bent from the waist and I stared at her panty covered buttocks.  It was faint and the lights were dim bit I thought I saw a wet spot between her legs.  She was getting excited too.  That relieved some of my concern.  It seemed that Sylvia was horny too.  

³Let me try this tube top," Sylvia said after rummaging through the box.  She continued, "You don't mind if I change here, do you?  Running back and forth is a pain and a waste of time.  Besides, my underwear doesn't expose any more than my swimsuit."  

I quickly agreed as she pulled off the loose top.  Sylvia posed with her chest thrust forward for effect.  She was breathing heavier and her bra straps pulled tighter as she inhaled.  Sylvia struggled with the tubetop which was obviously too small for her ample figure.  

"There's only one sample and it isn't my size," Sylvia confirmed my observation.  

Sylvia's bra straps stuck out from the tube top ruining the effect.  

"Oh my, this won't do.  Would you unhook me?" Sylvia asked.  

I jumped to my feet and unhooked the catches.  I hoped she would remove the tube top to take off her bra but no such luck.  Sylvia wriggled her arms through the straps and pulled the bra off while the tube top stayed in place.  However, Sylvia's nipples were perked up and pointing behind the material.  Sylvia resumed her dancing which now included an occasional hop.  Her breasts moved vigorously with her movement as the tube top tried to resume its smaller dimension.  As she moved the top began to slide towards her neck.  The smooth bottoms of her breasts were exposed but Sylvia paid no attention.  She even bent over once and the top slid dramatically a few more inches.  It was now almost halfway up her breasts and a few more minutes of dancing would expose her completely.  

"Don't just sit there, dance with me," Sylvia asked.  

I stood up ignoring the boner that was visible in the front of my jeans.  Sylvia noticed and her eyes widened.  She took my two hands we danced together at arms length.  Sylvia kept a hop in her step, and the tube top crept towards her neck by fractions of inches.  The bottom of her nipples were coming into view.  She let go of my hands and jumped up on the wooden bench and then jumped back down.  That did it.  The tube top collapsed, stretched out of shape, around Sylvia's throat.  Her breasts, firm and proud, stood out from her torso.  She feigned a surprised expression but did nothing to cover them up, so I did.  I put my palms over her breasts and rubbed the nipples.  Sylvia threw her arms around my neck and put her face to mine.  Her tongue darted around my mouth, and explored my throat. Reluctantly I removed my hands from her firm breasts.  I slid my hands down to her waist and to the skirt catch which I unbuttoned.  The short skirt puddled at the floor.  I moved my hands to Sylvia's ass and stroked it, first outside her panties and then inside.  Sylvia's hands left my neck and went to my belt, which she unbuckled and my zipper which she pulled down.  My pants slid down slightly giving Sylvia better access to my penis.  She struggled to get my hard-on out of my jockey shorts and I wiggled my hips to assist.  She stopped sucking my face to look down at my member.  

"Oh my," Sylvia admired as if she was comparing it to other dicks she had known.  

I wanted to back her up against the wall and fuck her standing up so I could get back to fondling her tits but Sylvia had other ideas.  She led me over to a gymnastics mat near the side of the locker room and pulled me down beside her.  She got down on all fours with her ass pointing to me.  

"Cheerleaders must like it from behind," I thought remembering Sally and her mother.  

I pulled my jeans and underwear to my ankles, got on my knees behind Sylvia and moved forward to her waiting pussy.  Sylvia assisted in putting me in.  She may have been experienced but she was tight.  She knew how to manipulate her pussy muscles because I felt them contract and ripple caressing my hard-on.  I thrust in and out as Sylvia began to moan and move with me.  I leaned over and took one breast in my hand, gently pinching one of her hard nipples.  She pushed back against my prick even harder and deeper.  I felt my cum bubbling up inside.  I didn't want to shoot inside her and possibly get Sylvia pregnant.  Sylvia seemed to know I was getting to the edge.  She squeezed her cunt tight and had an orgasm, then quickly moved forward and swung around, taking my penis in her mouth.  I didn't even miss a thrust, as I continued to fuck her throat.  In a moment my balls contracted and I spurted as Sylvia sucked.  I think she got it all.  I fell back on the mat, exhausted, with my hard-on pointing to the ceiling.  I heard faint whispers and looked up.  The other cheerleaders were on the balcony, watching our fucking session.  So that was Sally's surprise.  She had set me up with the whole cheerleading squad!

Continued in NIGHTY-WARE  Part 20

An Original HM Tale

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