Flirty Skirt

Chapter 1 

When you think about it, it was the skirt's fault.

You could say it was my fault, since I picked it out in the store.  And it was my fault that I wore it.  And it was definitely my fault that all I had on underneath were little thong panties.

But the rest?  I still say it was the skirt's fault.

I suppose Daddy could have NOT bought it for me, but can you
blame him?  Since it was just him and me most of the time (Momma
travelled a lot for her work), he directed most of his love and
affection towards his only child. As a result, I got spoiled
rotten.  If I wanted it, all I had to do was ask.  Sometimes I
had to beg a little, but one look into my sweet blue eyes and he
would surrender.

I wasn't a completely spoiled brat.  I knew how lucky I was that
I had a Daddy who would buy me whatever my little heart desired,
and so I tried not to take advantage of that.  Daddy worked hard
for his money, and it wouldn't be right for him to spend it all
on me.  Sure, we went shopping a lot, but we never bought a whole
lot at once.  A t-shirt one trip, maybe some flip-flops a few
weeks later; I tried to keep things small and simple.

But when I saw that skirt, I just had to have it.  I instantly
saw how well it would go with a lot of my summery clothes.  Sure,
it was a bit short - but I kinda liked that.  It was a little
daring, but since I'd just spent a few months in track, I wanted
to show off my legs, which had gotten very lean and tan.

I ran into the store and immediately started pawing through the
racks.  Daddy followed me, a little bemused but used to shopping
with a teenaged daughter.  I found one that was my size and ran
up to show him.

"Is that what you were all excited about, Kristi?" he asked,
looking a little doubtfully at the skirt.  "I dunno, it looks
little small."

"Let me try it on first, Daddy," I replied, already moving over
to the fitting rooms.  "I'm sure you'll change your mind when you
see it on me."

"Okay, hon," said a pretty resigned Daddy, who had moved over to
the chairs next to the fitting area.

Inside the mirrored booth, I stripped off my jeans and slipped on
the skirt.  "Whoa!" I thought, "it IS a little small."  It was
cut low on the hips and fit snugly to just below my butt.  Below
the cheeks, it flared widely for a scant two inches and was
simply no more.  It was a made out of a thin white stretchy
material that would leave a VERY visible panty line - I was glad
I'd thrown on my one and only thong that morning; I'd have to buy
more of them if I got the skirt.  I twirled a little and the
skirt flipped up, showing my tight little butt.  "Not much room
to bend over," I thought, trying it out.  "This might be a tough
sell."  I tossed my blonde curly hair around and turned this way
and that, trying to make up my mind.  The way the skirt made my
bellyshirt even sexier convinced me that it was worth a try.

Daddy's eyes nearly popped out when I exited the fitting booth. 
"Um, Kitten?" he almost stammered.  He cleared his throat as I
twirled (very slowly) around for him.  "Kitten? Your momma will
shoot me if she sees you in that."

I pouted and struck another pose for him.  "Don't you like it,
Daddy?"

He raised an eyebrow at me, managing to look at me straight in
the face for a moment before dropping his gaze to the hemline
again.  "It's not a question of like or dislike, sweetie," he
said.  "It's a question of how your mother will kill me if she
finds out I bought her thirteen-year-old daughter this thing."

I dropped onto his lap and put my freckled nose on his.  I looked
straight into his baby blues (he was my daddy, all right!) and
whispered, "Then I absolutely promise that she'll never, ever
find out about it.  Swear on a whole stack of secrets."

He stared at me for a few seconds, then sighed and kissed my
nose.  "Okay, Kristi.  As long as she never sees it."  He paused,
then smirked.  "Especially if you're in it."

I gave him a big hug, thanked him with kisses, and then tore off
for the dressing room.  I changed first, then informed him that
I'd need some new underwear, too.


***


Momma left for Singapore the next week, which meant two things: 
Daddy could have Poker Night at our place and I could wear my new
skirt openly.  I was excited about the latter - I had a movie
date with my best friend Jenny and I wanted to show her the
skirt.  I agonized over the ensemble for the day - I wanted to
look perfect so that Jenny would get a little jealous (ah, the
games girls play!).  After trying on and discarding a couple of
combinations, I settled on a pink cami with spaghetti straps, a
gold belly chain, a white thong from Vicky's, a little sparkly
anklet, and white wedge flip-flops.  The cami came down to just
above my belly button and fit snugly; after deliberating in the
mirror, I decided that I could probably get away without a bra. 
The look was perfect - the top hugged my budding B-cup breasts
and offset my long blonde curls; the skirt showed off my smooth
tan legs; and the wedges gave my butt just a little lift.

Daddy was working from home that day, and he raised an eyebrow
when I flounced in to remind him that he promised to take me to
meet Jenny at the mall.  He mumbled a few words about my outfit
but didn't put up a fight; he knew that he was a pat of butter in
my hands.  For his troubles, he got a great big hug and a kiss on
the cheek before I jumped out of the car.

The mall was unusually quiet for a summer weekday.  The Fourth of
July had fallen in the middle of the week, so most of the town
had taken off for an extended holiday down by the shore.  I
wandered around for a bit, floating from store to store, waiting
for Jenny to call me and tell me she'd arrived.  There were a few
guys my age floating around, and they stared but didn't really
come to talk to me.  They made little comments to each other when
I passed, but I ignored them - I'd decided that dorky teenaged
boys were beneath my interest earlier that year.

In the bookstore, though, I noticed a guy in a business suit
looking at me.  He was flipping through the magazines when I
sauntered in and peeked at the latest Cosmo.  He seemed a little
older than my dad but looked like he took care of himself, very
tall and trim in dark linen.  I took stock of him and would have
dismissed him from my mind except he kept staring at me. 
Everytime I glanced over, he was looking at me with an
appreciative and appraising look in his eye.  It was a little
unnerving but not uncomfortable because he wasn't quite gawking.
I found that I liked it and so kept rifling through the mags,
lingering a bit near my admirer.

I was edging nearer to him, not sure what I was doing, when my
phone rang.  It was Jenny, and as I answered her call, I left the
bookstore and headed towards the theater.

"Hey Kristi, sorry but I can't make it," she said apologetically.

"Oh no!  I'm already at the mall!"  I replied.

"Shit!  My stupid aunt came over suddenly and I can't go out
now," she explained.

"Well, I guess I can see the movie by myself," I complained.  We
exchanged a few pleasantries and promised to call each other
later that night.

As I moved to put my phone back in my purse, my wallet fell out.
Forgetting what I was wearing, I bent over at the waist and
picked it up.  As I straightened up, the reflection in a store
window showed me that my admirer from the bookstore was a few
yards behind me.  I had undoubtedly flashed him a view of my
butt, which was not-quite-covered by the mesh thong I was
wearing.  I turned around and saw he was looking straight at me.
He smiled and winked; I blushed furiously and hurried along to
the movie theater.

I bought my ticket and entered the cool darkness of the theater,
where the previews had just begun.  There were a few old people
sitting near the front, so I sat in the center of the back row. 
Besides the old people, I was alone the theater.  I leaned back
and closed my eyes, still a little mortified at having flashed
that guy in the bookstore.  A little flush returned when I
replayed the incident in my head.  It wasn't that I didn't want
him to look; in fact, I rather liked him looking at me, liked
that little wink he had tipped me, and loved the rush I got from
knowing that he had seen my tight little butt.  I wished I had
known what to say to him, that I had done something other than
run away like a scared little girl.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

I jumped a little, startled at the interruption of my thoughts. 
My bookstore guy was standing next to me!  His eyes twinkled as
he smiled, and he positively towered over me.  He stood next to
me in an almost-empty theater and my mind stuttered for a second.
 I must not have looked too startled because he sat down next to
me.

"I travel a lot for work," he commented almost absently, looking
at me with kind eyes.  "I go to a lot of movies to kill time
between flights and meetings."  His eyes rested on mine, darted
downwards for an instant, and then back up to the eyes.  "Do you
often come to movies by yourself?"

I told him no, that my friend had canceled on me, and that I
really wanted to see the movie.  He asked if he could keep me
company, and I stammered a little bit, finally getting out "Yes"
and earning a smile that was so charming that I melted a little.

The lights dimmed down, and the previews started.  We watched
them silently, my mind reeling a bit.  As the first one drew to a
close, I glanced over at my companion.  He wasn't watching the
preview but was instead looking at me.  Our eyes met, and I
looked back at the screen, quickly, caught and not knowing what
to do about it.  He leaned over and whispered into my ear, "I
like looking at you."

I didn't respond.  My eyes were locked on the screen.  He
chuckled and whispered, "And you like me looking at you.  If you
didn't, you wouldn't still be sitting here."

It was true.  I knew it.  I just didn't know what to do about it.

The movie started.  As the titles came on screen, I glanced back
over at him again.  He was still looking at me.  I looked back at
the screen.

He leaned in.  "I liked what I saw earlier.  You know that skirt
doesn't cover a whole lot."

My heart pounded, and I licked my dry lips.

A pause.  I felt his hot breath on my ear as he breathed, "I
would very much like to see that again."

My breath came in short gasps.  I couldn't think.  All I knew is
that my body was flushed with an excitement I'd only recently
begun to be aware of.  I realized that my nipples were hard, but
the theater wasn't that cold.

More hot breath in my ear.  "I think you dropped something over
there.  Why don't you pick it up?"

I knew what he was asking.  It made me frightened and nervous and
hot all at the same time.  I thought about him looking at me
bending over and felt a slight shock as I realized: I wanted him
to see me like that again.

Slowly, in the darkness of the theater, I stood up, turned away
from my admirer, and bent over at the waist.  I felt the hem of
my skirt ride up the backs of my thighs as I slowly "searched"
for what I had dropped.  I felt his eyes on my legs, my ass, and
my tiny little thong-covered pussy, and for the first time in my
life, felt the need for someone else to touch me.

He leaned in for a closer look.  I knew because I felt his breath
on the backs of my thighs.  He blew on my legs, and I shivered. 
I heard a sniff - one, two, three - and then heard him sit back
into his seat.  I straightened up and sat back down.  I kept my
eyes on the screen but didn't see a thing.

He leaned over.  "I can smell you," he breathed.  "I can smell
how wet you are."

My little thong was drenched.  I knew what that meant.  It had
never happened before, but it was happening now.  This handsome,
commanding older man was making me horny, and my panties were
soaked through because of it.

Another whisper.  "Oops.  You're so clumsy."

This time, when I stood up, I turned my head and looked at him. 
His eyes locked onto mine, and they twinkled with experience and
knowledge.  He knew that I was going to do what he wanted because
that was what I wanted, too.

He beckoned me with a slight motion of the head.  I moved over to
stand in front of him, my legs together between his.  I leaned
over the back of the seats in front of him and gripped the arm
rests.

It was lucky that there was some loud dialogue right then.  As my
forearms touched the arm rests, I felt a single finger run down
my ass crack and over my swampy pussy.  I gave a little squeak,
and he chuckled.  "That won't do at all," he said from behind me,
and then his fingers slipped the thong right down over my ass and
down my legs to pool at my ankles.

I was exposed to a stranger.  A man who had seen me and knew how
to bring something out.  He had taken control of me, and I loved it.

"I think you should sit down now."  I stepped out of my wedges
and panties, slipped the sandals back on, and sat down.  Glancing
over, I saw him reach down and retrieve my undergarment and bring
it to his nose.  He inhaled deeply, and exhaled with gusto. 
"Lovely bouquet," he said, before leaning over.

He took my chin in one hand, looking deeply into my eyes. 
"You're a lovely girl," he said, and his thumb caressed my lower
lip.  "Open up."

I opened my mouth, and he stuffed the panties in.  I could taste
my juices caught within the mesh.  "This should help you stay
quiet."

He slid out of his seat to stand before me.  He leg touched my
knees, and they parted instinctively.  He knelt before me, and
smiled.  Placing my feet up on the seat backs in front of me, he
said, "My pants will need dry cleaning, but it will be worth it."


There we were, my virgin pussy exposed to this man I had just
met.  He could see everything about my unknown sex, and as I
unseeingly watched the movie, he dipped his head down and kissed
my wet, juicy clit.  Tingles radiated outwards, and I lift my
hips up to meet his lips, which kissed me again.  As he slowly
ran his tongue up and down my pussy groove, I bit down on the
panties and repressed moans that strained to get out.

He licked and kissed and licked and kissed me for God knows how
long.  His tongue dipped and licked up the juices that ran out of
my pussy.  He gently sought them in the crack of my ass, and when
I felt his tongue rim my rectum, I had to bite down hard not to
make a sound.

The pressure continued to build.  I don't know how long it did. 
But my maestro played me a little violin, stringing me along and
building the tension, until, just as explosions filled the movie
screen, he sucked my clit into his mouth.

That did it.  I screeched into the thong, mashed my pussy into
his mouth, and came.  My orgasm, my first orgasm, I was having it
in a dark movie theater with a handsome stranger sucking me,
spreading my legs for a strange man like a slut, and I came and
came again.

As the sounds of the movie died down, so did my orgasm, and I
collapsed in the seat.  My lover stood up, and leaned over, and
gently pulled the thong out of my mouth.  He smiled, put it in
his jacket pocket, and placed something in my hand.  "I have to
catch a flight," he said, "but I will see you again soon, I hope.
 Please be ready."  And with that, he walked out of the theater.


After a minute alone, I straighten up and smoothed down my skirt.
 I looked at what he gave me.  It was a calendar card with a date
about a month from that day circled and a phone number on the
back, and a hundred-dollar bill.  I thought about what he said -
"Please be ready" - and knew that I would follow his words to the
letter.


Chapter 2 

   "Hi Daddy!" 

   "Hi Princess.  How was the movie?"

   "Meh, not that exciting.  I went shopping instead."

   After my mystery man had left me alone in the theater, I had sat in the
dark, recovering from my very public (and very first!) pussy-licking.  I
had a few initial second thoughts about what happened, including buying
something with his money for a next clandestine meeting.  Was I really
thinking about meeting up with a man whose name I didn't know for more
illicit activity?  Was I really that kind of slut - a thirteen-year old
girl who did dirty, kinky things with older strangers?

   I didn't know, but I figured that it couldn't hurt to get something fun
with his money, even if I never saw him again.  And by fun, I meant flirty,
sexy, and revealing - just like the skirt that had brought him to me.

   I left the movie early and scoured the mall, looking for the perfect
thing to get for my next encounter with my mystery man.  The fact I was
without panties made shopping even more fun and exciting than usual, and I
definitely took my time.  Finally, I found what I was looking for.  It was
a white string bikini with a rouched top and tiny little g-string thong. 
Even on my little frame, the swimsuit didn't conceal much, and I felt
deliciously slutty paying for it.  I realized that it was almost time for
me to go home.  No time to slip into a bathroom and put on my bikini
bottom.  Oh well!

   Concerned a bit that my skirt wouldn't conceal the fact that I was
pantyless, I sat down on the bench near where my father was to pick me up
and put my bags in my lap.  Now that I knew that men thought I was sexy, it
was difficult not to look at every boy and man without wondering what they
would think of me.  I was tempted on occasion to spread my legs and show
off to passersby - the thought made my pussy tingle a little - but I was
good and stayed prim and proper until my father pulled up.

   I got into the car carefully and crossed my legs away from Daddy, hoping
that he wouldn't notice that anything was different.  This made my skirt
ride up on my thighs, but my pussy was still concealed, so I figured I was
safe.  I chatted with Daddy, giving him the few bare details of the movie I
remembered, and he talked about how much he was looking forward to that
night's poker game.  I told I'd help him get ready, and pretty soon, we
were home.  I noticed him looking at my legs a few times but dismissed the
thought - he was probably still uncomfortable with my skirt, I figured.

   Bouncing out of the car, I dropped my purse.  Without thinking, I bent
over and picked it up.  Suddenly remember I had no panties on, I
straightened up in a hurry, looking over my shoulder and hoping Daddy
hadn't seen anything.  He was in the process of getting out of his side of
the car, so I figured I was safe.  Funny thing was, I was a little
disappointed that he apparently hadn't seen anything.

   Leaving my bags on the kitchen table, I rushed upstairs and slipped on a
pair of panties, then ran downstairs to set up for the poker game.  Daddy
only had them at our house when Mom was out, because she thought his
friends were a bit on the crude side.  Truth be told, so did I, but I also
thought they were sweet, and they had always treated me like a little
princess, so I loved them all.  I put together a party platter, filled the
cooler with ice and beer, and helped Daddy set up the poker table on the
patio next to our pool.  As we moved furniture around, I caught Daddy
looking at my legs again, and while I was sure it was harmless, I found
that I liked his attention as much, if not more, than that of my mystery
lover.

   Soon, we were finished, and Daddy sat at the kitchen table, sipping a
beer.  I was making myself a sandwich when my cell phone rang.  It was in
my purse, so I asked Daddy to get it for me.  Reaching for my purse, he
knocked over my shopping bags.  After handing me my phone, he went back
over to the table and starting picking things up. 

   It was Amy, telling me about her visiting Aunt and how much the day had
sucked.  She wanted to know about the movie, and I said I would call her
the next day.  Hanging up, I turned back to the dinner table with my
sandwich.  Daddy was still sitting there, and my stuff was back in my bags,
except for my new swimsuit. 

   "Um, Kristi?" he said.  "Don't you think this is a little, um,
inappropriate for you?"  He held up the brief g-string, his face a bit red.

   "Oh Daddy, I'm growing up!"  I pouted, blushing myself a little.  "I
bought it with my own babysitting money - can't I have my own things that I
buy?"

   He shook his head a little, sipping his beer.  "Princess, I know you're
growing up and want to wear - um - sexier things, but this -" indicating
the bottoms - "this is definitely murder material if your Mom ever finds
it."

   "Daaaadyyyy," I whined, putting down my sandwich.  "Please, you know
that I wouldn't let Mom ever see it.  And plus, it looks so good on me!"
"Princess, I dunno.  I should put my foot down..."

   "Daddy, don't make any decisions until you see me in it, ok?" 

   Well, I got him to agree to that much, at least.  I finished my sandwich
in a hurry, grabbed my bags, and ran upstairs.  

   This called for stronger measures than I was used to, so I went all
out.  First, I tried it on, and noticed that the bottom was even smaller
than I thought, since a few pubic hairs stuck out.  I kept myself pretty
nicely trimmed, but figured that it would be good to shave it back a
little.  In the bathroom, I got my makeup mirror and sat on the bathmat
with my leg shaving stuff.  I knew that I'd have to shave most of my hair,
so I decided to just do the whole thing.  Lathering up my pussy felt good,
and the thought that I was going to show Daddy the swimsuit I had bought
for a strange man made me feel hot, and I lingered over the job, making
sure that I had plenty of lotion smeared on my pussy lips to prevent razor
burn.  I didn't cum from rubbing myself, but I came close, and knew that if
I got going, I probably wouldn't stop for a while, and I wanted to show
Daddy my swimsuit.  As a result, my pussy was wet and throbbing by the time
I got it back on.  I put on a little perfume, slipped my wedges back on,
and touched up my makeup.  Breathing deep, I went downstairs.

   He was sitting in his favorite chair, a big Barkalounger that was
comfier than anything else in the house.  It was big enough for me to curl
up and watch TV beside him, which was how we often fell asleep on Saturday
nights.  He was reading the paper, and didn't look up.  I stood directly in
front of him and said, "Um, Daddy?"

   The paper dropped down, and Daddy's eyes took me in.  I struck a pose
for him, let him drink it in, and struck another.  His eyes were glued to
me, and I felt myself heating up a little as I turned around and stuck my
ass - completely unconcealed by the string running up my crack - out while
looking over my shoulder at him.  He was turning red, and I knew that I
would need to play this one strong.

   I turned around and walked over to him and crawled onto his lap.  I
planted my butt firmly on his lap and put my arms around his neck.  We were
nose to nose, and I felt him trembling a little, like he was holding
something back.  Looking deep into his eyes, I asked, "Don't you think I
look pretty in this, Daddy?"

   I felt something stiffen in his lap, and instinctively wiggled my butt
on it.  He trembled some more, and then growled, "Your mother will kill me
if she ever sees that on you."

   "Then we'll just make sure she never does," I said, giving him a little
conspiratorial grin.  I felt him shift a little, trying to move me over,
but I stayed just where I was, nose-to-nose with my big strong Daddy.  I
loved him, and he loved me, and that was how I knew I was going to get my
way.

   A few moments passed that way, and I could feel a tension building up
palpably between us.  Finally, he sighed and said, "I guess it's fine,
then, Princess.  Now get out of here and let me read my paper." 

   "Thank you Daddy!" I squealed.  As a reward, I kissed his nose, and then
his mouth.  Normally, I just gave him a quick peck, but some instinct made
me linger for just a second before climbing off of his lap.  We looked at
each other for a second, knowing that a boundary had almost been crossed
but not sure what to do about it.

   I broke the tension by heading outside, saying I was going swimming. 
Daddy said that since everyone was coming over soon, I should probably grab
something to cover myself up with.  I smiled and agreed; I had a coverup,
all right.  :)

   ***

   Thirty minutes later, I was splashing around the pool, enjoying the late
twilight.  Bob showed up early, like he always did.  I always thought was
because he might be a little lonely - his wife Karen had died in a car
accident when I was in grade school, and he had never remarried.  Daddy had
tried to set him up with some women from his office, but nothing had ever
come of it.  Bob was Daddy's age, but a bit bigger, since he did a lot of
heavy lifting in his work, and his hair was grayer.

   "Hi, Uncle Bobby!"  I waved from the deep end.

   "Hey, Kristi!" he said, waving back.  "Looks like your momma's not home,
is she?"

   We had a good laugh about that.  Everyone liked my mom, but she was
considered a bit of a party pooper, and the poker game was only at our
place when she was gone for the night.  Bob then disappeared into the
kitchen looking for Daddy. 

   Chuck came next, also a little early.  Chuck was the youngest of Daddy's
poker friends, only in his mid-20's.  Daddy said that he was a bit of a
player, and it wasn't hard to see why.  Chuck was tall, muscular, and
really good-looking, with dark chocolate skin, shaved head, and a great
smile.  By this time, I had moved towards the shallow end and was just
sitting on a step, the water up to my waist.  When Chuck saw me, his
eyebrows went up a little and he came over to say hello.  "Hey Princess,"
he said, flashing his grin.  "New threads?"

   "Why, yes, Uncle Chuck," I said, blushing a little, noticing how his
eyes were crawling all over me, and liking it a little.  "I just bought it
today with my babysitting money." 

   "Well, looks good on you, girl," he replied.  "You're growin' up
nicely." 

   I thanked him, and he went on up to the grill, where Bob and Daddy had
started setting up the meat.  I admired his ass, which his shorts showed
off nicely.  Damn, was I becoming man-hungry?

   I got out before I started to wrinkle.  As I toweled off, I could see
Chuck looking at me.  He grinned, and I blushed a little before his stare. 
I turned around and put on my skirt, which is what I'd brought down as my
coverup.  I turned back around, and he was still staring.  He tipped me a
wink, and went inside as Daddy and Uncle Bob came out with the last of the
barbeque.  They slapped some meat on the grill, sending up smoke and
sizzles.  I wanted some soda, so I went inside.

   The kitchen was cool compared to the hot summer day.  I padded over to
the refrigerator got a soda.  As I took my first sip, Chuck sauntered over
from around the corner.  He sat down on a bar stool next to me at the
counter.  His stare was friendly but open and frank.  "How have you been,
Kristi?" he asked.

   "Ok, I guess, Uncle Chuck," I replied.  His open stare made me a little
nervous - not uncomfortable, but sort of...anticipatory.  He was starting a
dance - perhaps the same dance as my mystery man - and I was starting to
learn its steps.

   "That's a nice little bikini you had on out there.  I especially liked
the thong," he said, leaning in a little.  I could almost feel the body
heat coming off of him, and it was affecting me.

   "I still have it on, Uncle Chuck," I said, my voice a little low, a
little playful.  I turned my butt towards him.  "It's on under my skirt."

   He ostensibly admired the garment, obviously admiring what was on
underneath.  "If it's on under your skirt," he growled, leaning even
closer, "then how do I know you still have it on?"

   I swallowed, my breath coming in a little heavier.  We were dancing, and
he was asking me to lead for just a second.  I turned my tight teen ass
completely towards him.  Glancing over my shoulder, I said, "You're a smart
boy, Uncle Chuck.  I'm sure you'll think of some way."  Then I  leaned over
a stool, presenting myself to him, telling him in no uncertain terms that
the lead was his and that he should handle me as he wanted.  I felt the
skirt rise up a little as  I leaned over, and the uncertain knowledge of
what could come next made me lightheaded and a little giddy.

   Nothing for a few heartbeats.  Then I felt a cool, dry hand on the back
of my knee.  It rested there for a second, and when I didn't react, it
moved up slowly but confidently up the back of my leg, moving inward
slightly to feel my silky inner thigh.  It reached the juncture between my
legs and stopped just short of my crotch.  I stood nearly still, trembling
slightly, wishing that hand would move up, just a scant centimeter up, up
to touch and rub my pussy the way I needed...

   Then Chucks fingers began stroking my inner thighs.  Never quite
touching my crotch, he simply stroked and caressed the insides of my legs. 
My trembling grew, and I stuck my ass out at him more, practically waving
it, wanting him to do MORE to me.

   Suddenly, he was behind me, his arms drawing me up.  His hand turned my
head up to towards him, and he kissed me hard, while sliding one hand down
my flat tummy and onto and past the very short hem of my skirt.  His tongue
probed my lips, and I opened my mouth to accept it, reveling in the
lightning heat of what we were doing.  His long, thick, dark fingers
massaged my pussy through my scant bikini bottom, and I gasped into his
mouth as he expertly found my clit through the fabric.  Continuing to
french me, he sat back down on the stool, pulling me onto his lap.  My legs
were spread wide, and as I sucked on his long, wet tongue, he pulled the
crotch of my thong bottom to the side so my pussy was exposed to him. 

   He sawed a finger up and down between my pussy lips, making me moan into
his mouth, and without warning, he slapped my pussy.  It made a wet SMACK!
that made me squeal, and he pulled his mouth off of mine to chuckle.  He
slapped me again, and I squealed some more.  "You've grown up some,
Kristi," he smiled, slapped and rubbing my cunt so that I was twitching and
panting.  "Today, I'm going to help you grow up some more."  His fingers
were wet with my juices by that point, and so when he slide one long, thick
finger into me, it went it with a slippery smoothness that made me moan. 

   That finger slid up my tight pussy chute, encountering no resistance
(I'd lost my hymen to horseback riding years ago).  "Oh God," I moaned, and
my hips twitched into Chuck's strong, black hand as he diddled his finger
inside of me.  "Oh God, it feels good, it feels so good..."

   "Little teases like you just want one thing," Chuck growled into my ear,
his finger fucking into me.  "Little teases like you showing off your ass
in little skirts want to get fucked.  That is biology talking - you are
ready to fuck and you are just asking for it in that little skirt."

   "Aaaaahhh, aaah..." I panted, "I love your finger fucking me.  Please,
Uncle Chuck, fuck me, oh please fuck me..."

   "Oh, you're going to get it, little Kristi," he whispered into my ear. 
"First, we're gonna get you off.  Then, we're going to give you some cock."

   "OH yes, please, please, get me off, please, I love your finger fucking
me, oh God oh God OH GAAAHHHHHHD -"

    My orgasm hit, and I was rendered speechless.  I tensed, then as my cum
exploded over me, I fucked my hips onto his finger, that glorious finger
that was fucking my still-virgin pussy.  I came again as Chuck wiggled his
finger, rubbing a spot inside me that made my waning orgasm flare back up
suddenly, and he had to put his free hand over my mouth as I nearly
screamed in pleasure.  His finger wiggled again, and I almost blacked out
as a third orgasm hit on the tails of second.  I humped on his finger and
came, and he patiently let me ride out my cums until I was a limp puddle of
tired girl on his lap.  I was dimly aware that he had something stiff in
his pants like Daddy had, and it occurred to me that perhaps I was meant to
take care of that.  After all, it was only fair, since I had just had such
a great time.

   Chuck let me catch my breath, and then he slide me off of his lap,
looking around to make sure we hadn't been caught.  I gulped down my soda
and looked at him.  "That felt so good, Uncle Chuck.  You're really good at
that."

   He grinned that devilish grin again, and replied, "I've been told that
on occasion.  But I didn't have to work hard, Kristi - you were hot to
trot, waving your little fanny at me.  Don't you know what black men do to
white girls who do that?"

   I shook my head, smiling, and he laughed.  "Well, you're about to find
out."  He got to his feet and took my hand.  "Find us a quiet corner."

   I thought about it for a second, and led him to another room, which used
to be my playroom but was now a second family room.  It was off a ways from
the kitchen and patio, and we could have reasonable privacy there.  I shut
the door most of the way and said, "If anyone sees us coming out of here,
we can say you were helping me fix the TV thingie."  I looked at him, eager
to learn and although recently finger-fucked well, growing horny again.

   He gathered me up into his arms and kissed me deeply again.  I melted
against him, my Uncle Chuck, whom I had only known for a few years, and was
one of the hottest men I knew.  He slipped his arms underneath my ass and
hoisted me up.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his
waist.  My panties - soaked through - stained his shirt as he tongue-fucked
my mouth.  When he broke the kiss, I was panting and ready for more black
fingers in my little white pussy.

   "Ready to learn how to pleasure a man, Kristi?" Uncle Chuck asked,
looking deep into my eyes.  I nodded, biting my lip.  He let me down gently
and then sat me down on an ottoman, my face at his crotch level.  He pulled
down his shorts to his thighs, and then reached into his boxers, pulling
forth the first penis I'd ever seen in real life.  It was as black as
midnight and long as my forearm and nearly as thick, with a knob of a head
that was an angry plum color and seeping a clear liquid.  He wasn't fully
hard yet and it twitched and grew before my eyes. 

   "This is a man's cock, Kristi," Uncle Chuck said.  "Have you seen one
before?"  I shook my head, my eyes never leaving that magnificent member. 
"A little white virgin's first cock is a big black one.  I am the luckiest
nigga alive."

   He moved closer to me, and the rapidly hardening penis was level with my
lips.  "You've heard the word, 'cocksucker,' before," he said.  What he
wanted was dawning on me, and I licked my lips in anticipation.  "Well,
today, Kristi, that's just what you're going to become."  With that, he
nudged my mouth with his huge, slippery cockhead.  I didn't need any more
instruction - I knew what needed to be done.

   I took hold of this magnificent piece of meat that was designed to go
inside my body, and began to kiss it gently on the head.  Slow, wet,
lingering kisses, with the occasional swipe of tongue.  The clear sticky
fluid was inoffensive and a little salty, and I found that I liked the
taste, so I fastened my lips on that weeping slit and nursed on that big
black cock.  I couldn't wrap my hand around it entirely and it throbbed in
my hand as I sucked the precum straight from the tap.  Chuck sighed in
pleasure and his hand went to the back of my head and pushed gently.

   Opening my mouth further, I allowed that leaking cockhead to slip
between my lips and into my mouth.  It hit the back of my throat, making me
gag slightly, and I backed off a little.  Uncle Chuck gave me words of
encouragement, telling me that I was so good at this, that I was a natural,
to avoid my teeth, that I was a great little cocksucker, and that he
couldn't wait to fuck me.  That last part got my bikini even wetter than
just the cocksucking was, and I learned to jack on the shaft and rub his
balls - big as eggs - while I sucked on the head.

   As I worshiped the big black cock in my mouth, I slipped one hand down
to my crotch.  My bikini bottom was soaked clear through, and when I slid
my hand under them to finger my pussy, I encountered a swamp between my
legs.  Remembering how it felt when my mystery man sucked on it, I rubbed
my clit, which throbbed with need. 

   Soon, I was close to an orgasm.  Thinking about what I was doing -
sucking the cock of a black man, a black man who was my Daddy's friend, an
older man - made me hotter and hotter until I was ready to burst.  Right
around the same time, Uncle Chuck began to moan louder and his hands on my
head gripped my hair tighter until A throb travelled from my clit through
my pussy and into the core of me.  At the same time, a throb travelled
through the shaft of the big black cock in my hand and mouth.  My  mouth
suddenly filled with a hot, thick, viscous, salty-sweet substance as my
pussy burst once more into a glorious orgasm.  "Ah!  Ah!  Ah!" groaned
Uncle Chuck as his seed filled my mouth.

   "Mmmph!  Mmmph!  Mmmph!" I screamed between swallows, the overflow
dripping down my chin onto my still-developing chest.  This was so nasty! 
He was cumming in my mouth while I was cumming myself.  God, what a little
slut I was becoming! 

   Gradually, the flow slowed down to a trickle, and I was able to remove
my mouth from that fat cock as my own orgasm subsided.  He sat down on a
chair with a heavy thud, and I slumped back myself.  My chest had several
dribbles of semen on it, and I scooped them up with my finger and ate the
sticky delicious mess.

   Uncle Chuck stared at me, wonderingly.  "You're a firecracker, girl," he
said.  "How many boys been up that pussy of yours?"

   "Just your finger, Uncle Chuck," I said.  "Boy, did that feel good."

   He laughed.  "We can't do it today because of the game - but tomorrow,
girl, I am going to get something else up in that fuckhole of yours.  What
do you think of that?"

   "Mmmm," I said, cleaning off another sperm-loaded finger.  "I think that
sounds like fun."


Flirty Skirt - Chapter 3

   The poker game was a success - meaning it was loud and lasted past
midnight.  Daddy and his friends had a great time, judging by their
laughter and number of beer cans I cleared from the table after it had
broken up and everyone had gone home.  Well, almost everyone.

   After my initiation in sucking big black cock with Uncle Chuck, I'd
mostly kept to myself, watching TV in the living room after cleaning myself
up.  I'd changed into something a little less revealing - a belly shirt and
boy short panties - but I'd kept on the skirt.  Occasionally, I went
outside to see if Daddy and his friends needed anything, bringing those
beers and snacks - but for the most part, I sat in front of the TV.

   I had a lot to think about.  In that same day, I'd let a perfect
stranger lick my pussy in a movie theater, Uncle Chuck finger-fuck me, and
then sucked Uncle Chuck's cock.  That was some seriously slutty behavior, I
knew, but for some reason, that didn't bother me.  In fact, recollecting my
actions made me want more, made the itch between my legs grow.

   Around midnight, the game broke up.  Everyone went home except for Uncle
Bob.  He had drunk a little too much, and they decided that Bob should
sleep it off on the couch and get up early for work.  Daddy was pretty far
gone, too, and stumbled off to bed as everyone was leaving.  Last to leave
were Uncle Chuck and Uncle Jim.  Jim went to the bathroom, leaving me with
an unconscious Bob and a suddenly amorous Uncle Chuck.  As soon as we were
alone, he pulled me to him and kissed me hard on the mouth.  After a few
seconds of tongue-dueling, he broke the kiss.

   "I'll be picking you up tomorrow at noon, Kristi," he said.  "You tell
your Dad that you'll be at your friend's, and we'll go to my place so we
can have ourselves a good time."

   "Oh God, I can't wait, Uncle Chuck," I panted, grinding myself against
him.  "I can't wait to suck your cock again."

   "That ain't all you'll be doing," a voice said behind me, and I whirled
to see a smiling Uncle Jim standing right behind me.  He was as tall as
Chuck and looked and acted like a cowboy, with an impressive lump in his
jeans growing as he watched Chuck put his chocolate-dark arms around me and
rub my belly.  "Chuck told me what you and him had got up to tonight, and I
asked him if I could join in tomorrow." He reached down and took my chin in
his hands.  Looking deep into my eyes, he said, "Chuck said I had to ask
you.  Pretty please, lil' Kristi?"

   Chuck dipped his fingers beneath the waistband of my skirt and down into
my boyshorts, feeling my dampness.  I gasped at the motion, and Jim
chuckled.  "I'll take that as a yes.  Be seein' you tomorrow." And with
that, two of my father's friends left with the knowledge that in twelve
hours, I would be theirs.

   I shut the front door, locked it, and leaned against it.  My pussy was
dripping, and I knew I needed a man's touch.  Twelve hours seemed such a
long ways away...

   In my bedroom, I changed into one of my nighties, which was really only
one of Daddy's old shirts.  I looked at myself in the mirror as I changed,
taking in what these men were seeing that made them want me sexually. 
Still only five feet tall, I looked at my slender frame and developing
boobs.  Legs were long and strong, and I decided that my ass was really
cute.  Curly blonde hair, button nose.  I was cute...but sexy?  I didn't
see it, but whatever, right?

   I lay down in my bed and toyed with my pussy.  Flashes of the day played
in my mind - mystery man on his knees, my clit being sucked, Uncle Chuck's
cock in my mouth - and I quickly brought myself to a few small orgasms that
left me more frustrated than satisfied.  I needed a man, not my fingers. 
But whom?

   My daddy's bedroom door was open.  He slept naked, on the covers, passed
out from too much beer.  I saw part of his cock in the shadowy darkness; it
looked hefty and promising.  I licked my lips and rubbed my thighs
together, staring at it, contemplating climbing naked into my father's bed.
This was a step I wasn't sure I wanted to take.  Then I remembered Bob.

   I went down the hall into the living room.  Uncle Bob was snoring softly
on the couch.  He had stripped down to his boxers and undershirt.  The
blanket I'd thrown over him had fallen away, and his body was mostly
exposed to me.  It was a strong body - maybe not as lean and muscular as
Uncle Chuck, but still big and strong and experienced.  I thought he might
make a good lover and decided then and there to find out.

   I knelt down beside him.  "Uncle Bob?" I whispered.  He snored on, and I
repeated myself more loudly.  No response.  I decided to play Princess
Charming and kiss him.  Instinctively, he kissed me back a little but then
turned his face a little and started snoring again.

   I'd heard of guys getting morning wood and so knew that they could get
hard in their sleep.  I moved down the side of the couch next to Bob's
hips. Delicately, I reached into the fly of his boxers.  My hand was small
enough and his boxers large enough for me to fit through.  I felt his
crinkly pubic hair and moved down, finding his soft cock.  I pulled it out
of the fly and looked at it as best I could in the darkness.  It was a big
- not as big as Chuck, but still big.  Even soft, my hand barely fit around
the shaft.  The head was tapered so that the whole thing was shaped like a
soft, short, thick camping stake.  I played with it with my hands for a few
minutes, enjoying the feeling of the doughy flesh, before bending my head
down and kissing it.

   I took the head into my mouth and sucked gently.  Remembering what Uncle
Chuck had liked, I massaged Uncle Bob's balls through the fabric of his
underpants.  He immediately began to stiffen.  Before long, I had a raging
erection in hands and mouth.  I was amazed - Bob's cock, while shorter than
Chuck's, was thicker!  Only the tapered head would fit into my mouth,
despite my efforts to get more in.

   After a few minutes, I felt a gentle hand caress my head.  I realized
that the snoring had stopped.  Without stopping my blowjob, I looked over
and saw that Uncle Bob's eyes were open.  He was staring at me with a look
of wonderment and ecstasy on his face.

   "I can't believe it," he said.  "This is like a beautiful dream."

   I pulled my mouth of his thick cock.  "It's not a dream, Uncle Bob," I
whispered.  "This is real."

   He gathered me up into his arms and kissed me, long and tenderly.  I
straddled his lap and felt his hard, thick cock rub against my pussy - wet
even without anyone touching it.

   He laid me down on the couch and opened up my night shirt.  Completely
exposed for the first time to a man's gaze, I felt a rush of heat run
through me.  He kissed and nibbled my neck while stroking my thighs.  The
touch of his hand on my knee made me spread them as he kissed his way down
to my budding teenaged breasts.

   He licked the tip of my right nipple, then the left.  The sensation sent
flutters through my pussy, and I began to hump my hips a little as his
licks became more insistent and turned into sucks and nibbles.  As his hand
traced circles on my inner thighs, I suddenly came as he bit down gently
but firmly on my left nipple.  I squeaked and squeezed my thighs shut,
trapping his hand, as I rolled a little from side to side.

   He laughed.  "I guess you liked that," he said, as my knees spread apart
for him again.  He knelt before me and for the second time that day, a much
older man spread my pussy lips apart and licked my clit.

   God, it felt so good!  He licked and sucked and nibbled me for God knows
how long, bringing me close to the peak for a few times before letting me
topple over the edge.  I put my hands on his head, not that he was going
anywhere, and his hands drifted up and stroked my torso, caressing my
breasts, pinching my nipples, even wandering to my mouth where I sucked on
his fingers.  I came and I came, Uncle Bob reducing me into a sloppy mess,
especially when he took his fingers - slick with my saliva - and eased one
into my virgin pussy as he sucked on my clit, wiggling up against some
magic spot that had my hips twitching convulsively as I had three orgasms
in a row.

   He pulled his finger out of me and sat down next to me.  I leaned again
him, panting, my hand going automatically to his cock.  I put my head on
his lap, and while I caught my breath, I kissed and licked his
magnificently hard cock.

   "God, since I saw you in the pool today, I've wanted to do that," he
breathed.  "You're so beautiful already - even more so than your Mom - and
you were in that skimpy little thing..." He lost his train of speech as I
took his balls into my mouth and sucked gently on them.  He didn't say
anything for a little bit as I tasted that slightly sweaty manly taste of
his testes, enjoying the power I exercised over him and anticipating the
pleasure that awaited me.

   His fingers wandered over behind me and stroked my sopping pussy.  I
lathered the shaft of his cock with my tongue before sucking on that
tapered head.  I tasted the slightly salty pre-cum and sat up.  Facing
Uncle Bob, I straddled his hips as he caressed my belly and teen tits.  I
knew what cocks were for, thanks to Sex Ed, and I knew that I wanted what
was natural.

   "Uncle Bob," I whispered as he nibbled my breasts and I rubbed my wet
teen pussy on his big cock, "Uncle Bob, please...please, I need you, Uncle
Bob, I need you inside me..."

   He reached down and aligned the head of that spear with the mouth of my
pussy.  The slick friction almost made me cum again, but I wanted something
more, and I knew that I was about to get it.  I felt the tip nudge into me,
and Uncle Bob, placed his hands on my hips and guided me downwards.

   It was a splitting sensation.  That was the only way to describe it.  I
was being forced apart as that thick piece of manmeat slowly but surely
wormed its way inside me.  I had trouble breathing as my pussy was packed
for the first time.

   Finally, I felt the head fetch up against something and I could go no
further down.  Uncle Bob said, "That's as far into as I can get, Kristi." I
whined incomprehensibly, communicating my need as the discomfort faded and
my pleasure grew.  My hips started moving on their own, a minute rise and
fall that Bob detected.  As my rhythm grew, he helped me by controlled my
undulations on him.  Soon, I was pulling up and crashing back down on that
huge cock without his hands.  He pinched my nipples, and my head snapped
back as I shoved a hand into my mouth to stifle my screams as I came!

   Oh, the pleasure!  "Ah, ah, aaaaahhhhh!"

   I bounced up and down on Uncle Bob's cock like I was riding a mechanical
bull.  Every time I bottomed out, I felt him force something back a little.
It hurt a little but in a really good way, enhancing the pleasure coursing
throughout me.

   All of a sudden, he stood up, holding me to him.  He turned me around as
I twitched away on his cock and laid me down gently on the couch.  I
continued try to fuck up onto his cock, but I was no longer in control.  He
took my legs and placed my feet on his chest.  He winked and drew back...

   Wham!  He fucked into me with one hard stroke.

   Wham!  Another hard stroke.

   Wham!  Wham!  Wham!  Wham!  Bob's hips drove into me, slamming and
filling my cunt to maximum capacity.  I felt something soft slap my asshole
and realized that I had taken his huge cock all the way into me.  The
thought of that - that I could take such a huge cock - and the feeling of
being dominated and stuffed full of cock made my orgasms flare up again and
again and again!

   After unknown minutes or hours of hard, masterful pounding and hard,
nerve-wracking orgasms, Uncle Bob's breathing became more labored.  His
face tensed up, and he buried himself deep inside of me.  "Rrrrrr!" he
growled, and I felt his cock swell and throb and a jet of red-hot fluid
fire deep into me!

   "Cumming" I whined, feeling his orgasm trigger mine.  "Oh God, I'm
cumming Uncle Bob, you're cumming I can feel your cum so deep so deep so
deep...!"

   "Rrr!  Rrr!  Rrrr!" He grunted as he stroked himself deeply into me,
filling my freshly-violated pussy with thick, hot sperm.  I wailed softly,
dug my fingers into his arms, and then went limp.  He collapsed on top of
me, balls-deep, his cock throbbing less and less.

   We lay there like that for a few minutes, catching our breath.  His cock
slowly softened, and my pussy squeezed it out.  A flood of cum spilled out
of my pussy, which felt stretched and sore but good.

   "Oh Uncle Bob," I sighed, kissing his face.  "I needed that.  Thank you
so much."

   He smiled and kissed me back.  "No, thank YOU.  I hadn't had a fuck like
that in years."

   I gave him a sympathetic look.  "Oh poor you - you must have had so much
frustration built up."

   "Yeah, well..." he smirked and kissed me again, harder.  "Maybe if you
give me 30 minutes, I'll have some more 'frustration' built up."

   I giggled.  This was going to be a long night.



Chap 4 -

"Good morning, Daddy!"

It was seven in the morning, and I had just shut off Daddy's
alarm clock.  He groaned and half sat up before falling back onto
the bed.

"Daddy, you have to get up!  You told me to make sure you got up
on time since you have to go to the office today!"

I had been up at six.  Uncle Bob had fucked me until two in the
morning, and we'd fallen asleep in each others arms on the couch,
his cum still leaking out of my no-longer-virgin pussy.  His
watch alarm had gone off at six, and we'd groggily straightened
out up the couch.  We flipped the cum-stained cushions over, and
Uncle Bob told me I'd need to steam them clean if I didn't want
Daddy to find out.

I'd tried to get Uncle Bob hard again for a goodbye fuck, but it
wasn't happening.  After a minute of no response with my mouth,
he'd conceded that I'd sucked the life out of him a few hours ago
and that he'd need to "recharge" if I wanted a repeat
performance. 

And boy, did I want one. The soreness in my pussy reminded me of
what great fun fucking was, reminded me of how Uncle Bob's thick
cock stretched me and pounded me into a quivering jelly.  I had
dried cum on my thighs but the idea of receiving a fresh load in
my mouth or pussy made me tingle again.

"Daddy!"

He groaned and turned over onto his back.  "I'll get up," he
whispered, "just five more minutes."

Mom didn't let him get away with this, so I knew I shouldn't.  I
looked at him, covered in just a sheet.  I knew he was naked
because I'd seen him the night before and because his cock was
faintly outlined in the sheets.  It sat heavily on his groin,
pointing towards his belly.  I couldn't see how big it was
because of the pools of fabric, but I was curious.  I decided to
kill two birds with one stone.

"Daddy..."  When he didn't moved, I crawled onto the bed.  Over
the sheets, I crawled up his body, planting my butt - naked under
my nightshirt - square on his lap.  I gave it just a tiniest
wiggle, and he cracked one eye open and looked at me a little
confused.  I leaned forward and kissed him on the nose.  "Daddy,"
I whispered, "won't you get it up for me?"

He jumped a little at that.  "Um, Kristi, what did you say?" he
croaked as I let my lemon-sized breasts rest on his chest through
the thin cotton of my nightshirt.

"I said, 'Daddy, won't you get up for me?'" I giggled.  "Why,
what did you think I said?"  I slid down until I felt his cock -
which was half-hard now - bump my pussy.  From his angle, he
couldn't see my naked hindquarters.  I lifted my butt just enough
to slide my now-bare pussy over his cock.  It felt substantial,
meaty.  I rested my clit on the shaft, my juices now starting to
flow.  There was no doubt in my mind that I was hungry for more
cock and that my Daddy's cock sounded really yummy at the moment.


I rubbed my pussy on his cock, and it grew harder underneath me. 
My father's eyes, groggy with sleep, started to focus but then
glazed over a little bit.  I felt him starting to stir underneath
me, his hips grinding his cock against my hungry little slit.  It
felt huge, like it could be as big as Uncle Bob's, maybe, and my
juices started to seep through the thin sheet that separated two
parts that wanted to be whole.   "Oh Daddy," I whispered huskily,
my teen voice full of desire. 

At that his eyes refocused, and he harumphed! and sat up
abruptly.  "Thanks for waking me up, kitten," he said briskly,
giving me a quick squeeze.  "Mind getting out of here so I can
get dressed?"

"Sure, Daddy," I said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before
reluctantly climbing out of bed.  I could see the wet spot where
my pussy had been, clearly visible to even Daddy's sleepy eyes. 
"Anytime you need me, Daddy.  Anytime."

***

After he left, I took care of the stains on the couch and hopped
into the bath.  I washed my pussy carefully, glad (not for the
first time) that I was on the pill (cramps suck).  I did a quick
all-over shave, and the feeling of lotion being massaged into my
skin soothed my sore little cunny.  I then napped for a few hours
after cleaning up. 

I had told Daddy over breakfast that I was going to help Amy, who
lived a few blocks over, with her babysitting.  He nodded,
clearly distracted something (what?  my bare legs on the bar
stool?  the thought that I might have been "dry humping" him
earlier? the smell of my wet pussy?), and said it was okay as
long as I was home for dinner.

I was still sleepy when my alarm went off but the thought of what
awaited me got me out of bed real quick.  I freshened up, put on
a little makeup, and hmmed over what to wear.  The sexiest thing
I had was the outfit I'd worn to the mall the day before, so
that's just what I put on.  Knowing that I wouldn't be wearing
them long anyway, I decided to forgo the panties.

I sat in the living room, waiting for Uncle Chuck and and Uncle
Jim to show up.  The idea that they would be molesting me,
feeling me, fucking me had me so horny that I couldn't keep my
hands off my pussy.  When the doorbell finally rang at a little
after twelve, I'd already rubbed my clit to three orgasms that
increased rather than cooled the heat between my legs. 

Uncle Jim was at the door, looking all the world like a cowboy. 
He waited for me to lock up, then pulled me against his body. 
"Little girl, you ready for this?" he smirked, knowing the answer
full well.  

"Oh God, Uncle Jim, I need you to fuck me like right now," I
moaned, rubbing against him.  He laughed and led me to his truck,
where Chuck sat in the passenger side.  I got in between them,
and Chuck immediately kissed me, his black fingers sliding up my
wet thighs and onto my pussy.  We sucked tongues for a bit, and
he then held up his fingers for Jim to sniff.  He grunted
affirmatively and put his own hand on my leg.  For the fifteen
minutes it took to get to Chuck's apartment, the two of them kept
their fingers on and in me while I rubbed their cocks through
their pants.  I told them about me and Uncle Bob, and they
laughed, saying that they figured I couldn't wait.

Once parked, Jim pushed the seat back and had me straddle him
while we kissed, my wet pussy staining his jeans and grinding his
big hard cock.  He carried me to his apartment like that in broad
daylight.  I felt like such a slut, knowing that anyone could see
that I was jailbait about to fuck two grown men and relishing the
feeling.

Inside, we wasted little time getting naked.  While Jim lay back
on the bed, I knelt and sucked his cock.  It wasn't as thick as
Uncle Bob's or Chuck's, but it was longer.  I could get some past
the head into my mouth, but there were still handfuls of cock
that I couldn't get into me.

While I sucked Jim, Chuck spread my cheeks and licked my pussy
and asshole.  The sensation of a wet tongue on my virgin rose
made me squeal and squirm - would they want to put their cocks up
there?  The thought was so nasty...but intriguing.  I thought
about it as Uncle Chuck's rough tongue tickled my clit to my
first orgasm of the day.

After my hips had stopped twitching, they switched positions.  As
I bathed Uncle Chuck's dark chocolate balls with my tongue, Uncle
Jim rubbed his spit-slicked cock between my pussy lips.  The wet
friction made me wiggle my ass, communicating my need for cock. 
He slipped in, commenting on my tightness.  He didn't stretch me
like Uncle Bob, but it still felt great as he speared me all the
way up my pussy chute.  I showed my appreciation by cumming as I
felt the head bump into my cervix. 

"God!" Uncle Jim drawled, "she's tight as a virgin but hot as a
firecracker.  Damn, this girl likes to fuck!"

"Mmmm!  Mmmm!  Mmm!" was all I could say, as my mouth was full of
African-American testicle at the time. 

Uncle Chuck asked, "You gonna open her up top?"  Jim affirmed
it.  I wondered what the hell that meant?

I found out.  Uncle Jim still had a handful of long, hard cock
outside of me.  He began to apply steady pressure to my cervix,
angling himself in different ways, looking for something.  I
didn't know what he was looking for, but I certainly enjoyed it. 
The steady pressure on my cervix hurt in a way that made my
orgasm prolong itself.  I pulled my mouth off of Chuck's nutsack
and moaned. 

Working by feel, the tip of Uncle Jim's rock-hard cock found the
mouth of my cervix.  Unseen but not unfelt, the steady pressure
began to force it open.  All I knew is that I suddenly felt Uncle
Jim sink deeper into me, and my orgasm ramped up a zillion
notches as he bottomed out, the head in my womb and his balls
resting on my clit. 
 
"Eeep!" I yelped.  My eyes rolled back and I shuddered, making
incoherent noises as I felt this violation of my anatomy.  The
men laughed and bumped fists as my pussy first clamped down on
Jim's cock and then fluttered uncontrollably. 

"Aaaaaaaa...aaaagggg...oooo...."

And then he began to fuck me.  Short, insistent strokes that
pulled him almost out of my womb before jamming himself back
in.  

"Aah!  Aah!  Aah!"

He couldn't last long, which was good because I certainly
couldn't last much longer.  My inexperienced body was reaching a
limit when he clutched my hips tighter and his strokes becamse
shorter and harder. 

"Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  FUCK!" he grunted, and I felt him flood
me.  It felt different than when Uncle Bob had cum inside me, but
no less pleasurable.  I collapsed forward as Jim stroked into me
and held himself deep, twitching and moaning and cumming into
Chuck's groin.

After a minute, Jim pulled himself out.  I was surprised that
there was no accompanying flood of cum but didn't have time to
think it through.  Uncle Chuck flipped me over onto my back. 
Positioning himself over me, he put my feet on his shoulders.  He
leaned over to kiss me.  His cock spread my lips as he sunk into
me, stretching me, burrowing into, and finally, after a minute or
two of hard pressure, invading me the way Uncle Jim had just
done.  It was another 30 minutes before I had a chance to rest.

***

I came out of the bathroom toweling my hair dry.  Uncle Chuck's
hard, pounding fuck had left us both a mess, but me messier. 
Covered in sweat and leaking pussy juice and Uncle Jim's cum from
around the thick shaft of Uncle Chuck's big black cock, I had
been fucked for half an hour without a stop.  The session had
continued through me passing out from a particularly long and
continuous orgasm and waking up to a new one.  It had ended with
Uncle Chuck pulling his long, ebony erection out of my pussy and
splattering my face with cum before I could get my lips around
the head.  Despite my eyes being plastered shut with the thick
stuff, I still managed to get a mouthful of semen, which I
swallowed happily, nursing on the dark head of that magnificent
cock. 

I was surprised to see Jim and Chuck still naked, on the bed, and
still clearly hard and waiting for me.  I had thought we were
done for the day, but that wasn't the case. 
 
Chuck pulled me onto him as he lounged back against the
headboard.  We kissed passionately as his fingers diddled my
pussy.  "You liked getting blacked, Kristi?" he asked.
 
"Oh Uncle Chuck, I loved it," I moaned.  "You can black me
anytime.  And Uncle Jim, too.  I mean - "
 
They laughed and Uncle Jim said from behind me that he knew what
I meant.  I then felt his fingers caress my asshole.  A slippery
substance was spread on my little virgin rosebud, and as Chuck
sank a finger into my already juicing pussy, Jim tickled my rose
with that slippery finger.  Slowly, I began to open up for him. 
The wiggling digit in my backdoor - one knuckle deep - felt
strange but not unpleasant, especially since Chuck as rubbing my
G-spot in the front.  Taking his sweet time, it wasn't long
before Uncle Jim had sunk his middle finger all the way into me. 
As I came from the double stimulus, he gradually began to work a
second finger into me.  I would clench down painfully on him
sometime, but with patience and diligence, he loosened me up
enough so that he was finger fucking me smoothly.  The feeling of
a dual invasion was novel and made things more intense.  Soon I
was cumming every minute of so - little orgasms that whetted my
appetite for more.
 
I soon got it.  As Chuck hugged me close, Jim positioned my hips
so that my ass was pointing up.  He then began forcing himself
slowing into my ass.  Chuck comforted me and rubbed my clit,
easing my discomfort as Jim's long hard shaft wormed its way
inside my bowel.  I thought, "I don't like this.  I'm not
enjoying this."
 
I didn't think that for long. 
 
Giving me time to adjust, Jim's balls finally came to rest on my
freshly fucked pussy.  I felt full in a different way, and as he
began to fuck my ass with short, gentle strokes, I felt a
familiar fire began to stoke in a slightly different variation. 

My tune changed.  "Oh God, Uncle Jim - it feels so gooood..."

He drawled, "You like getting ass-fucked, little girl?"

"Oh God, yes, I love getting ass-fucked, I think I can cum like
thissssssss," I moaned, just as I did, indeed, cum from getting
my teenaged asshole reamed out. 

"Never met a girl who couldn't," Uncle Chuck remarked, his
fingers still stroking my swollen clit.

Three orgasms later, the sheets were a mess again.  I had leaked
pussy juice all over Uncle Chuck's thighs, and there was still
semen seeping out of my womb.  I was a new convert to the church
of sodomy, convinced that it was the greatest thing next to
getting fucked in the pussy. I was about to learn different -
that there was something even greater.

After my fourth anal orgasm, Uncle Jim slid nearly out of me,
keeping just the head of his cock in my ass.  I wondered why he
had stopped his motion when I felt Uncle Chuck starting to
manuever the massive head of his black cock into my pussy.  A bit
of pressure forced it up past the mouth and into my near-virgin
fuck chute.  As he worked that thick black fuckstick up my nubile
pussy, Uncle Jim began to work his long cock up my ass. 

It was so tight.  I didn't know if I could take it.  I whimpered
and whined, but they just continued to gently fuck their big
cocks up my twin holes.  Slowly, the gentle double-fucking teased
a surprise orgasm out of me.

"Aaaah!" I yelped as the cum hit me unexpectedly.  My hips, which
had held mostly still at the dual invasion of my fuck holes,
began to hump up and down.  My nipples could have cut glass.  My
hint of hell had suddenly turned to heaven.

"We save this for only the freakiest of sluts," Uncle Chuck
said.  "Never broken one in so soon.  Are you a little slut,
Kristi?"

I answered in the affirmative.  Both verbally and bodily.  "Oh
God!  I'm a slut!  Oh God!  I'm cumming on your cocks!  Oh God! 
Oh God!"  A few minutes later, Uncle Chuck's cock forced my
cervix open again and  my orgasms flowed into a single blinding
wave.  "I'm a slut!  I'm a slut!  Fuck fuck fuck me fuck fuck me
oh please fuck me!"

My hips rose and fell in a nimble fuck rhythm all their own.  The
double deep dicking I was receiving in wiped my mind clean of
anything but fucking.  Every variation of double-penetration felt
great - the alternating long strokes to the simultaneous short
staccato brute fucking.  I screeched and moaned and came one long
continuous cum.

"Shit, this bitch is hot!" Uncle Chuck grunted as he pummeled my
pussy.  Uncle Jim whooped and fucked my ass even harder, and I
welcomed it all.

Too soon, I felt their cocks swell.  I felt them get harder.  I
felt their hot cum flowing into me.  I felt my orgasm crest and
finally began to wind down.  I fell forward onto Uncle Chuck, and
Uncle Jim pulled out of me to lay down, his chest heaving, his
cum leaking out of my ass, which gaped loosely for a minute
before closing back up.

As we rested, I looked over at the clock.  "Oh shit!" I cried. 
"I'm supposed to be home in like 10 minutes!"

***

Fifteen minutes later, I was dropped off a block away from the
house.  I kissed Uncle Jim and Uncle Chuck.  "Thank you for
deep-dicking me," I said, using the phrase I'd been taught. 

They laughed.  "Naw, thank you YOU, Kristi," Uncle Jim drawled as
they pulled away.

I ran home.  I could feel little streams of cum running out of me
and down my leg.  I had cleaned up as best as I could at Chuck's,
but hoping that Daddy was running late.  No such luck. 

I snuck into the kitchen.  Daddy was at the phone, dialing a
number.  I rushed past him, saying, "Hi Daddy!" as I went to the
powder room.

I heard him put the phone down just before I closed the door.  I
wiped the cum off my leg, but there was still some leaking out of
me.  I didn't have any panties on to sop it up, either, and my
tampons were upstairs.  Dammit!

When I came out, Daddy said, "I was just calling Amy's house to
see where you were.  Did you wear that over to her place?"  He
indicated my skirt.

"Why yes, Daddy,  it was hot out."

He didn't say anything further beyond a comment or two about
being careful who saw me in that.  I said I'd start making dinner
right away.

I popped the roast in the oven and started chopping vegetables
for the salad.  Daddy was sitting at the kitchen table, reading
the paper.  As I tossed the carrots into the salad bowl, I felt a
trickle run down the inside of my leg.  Oh shit! I thought,
realizing that it was more cum leaking out of my pussy.  When
Daddy wasn't looking, I wiped my thigh. 

This was going to be a problem, I thought, and I was right. I
sliced tomatoes and felt more cum run out of me.  Quick glance at
Daddy, quick wipe inside my thigh. 

I was at the sink scrubbing potatoes when I felt a particularly
thick gob leak out of me.  I looked over at Daddy, but he had
just gotten up from the table.  He walked behind me to the fridge
and grabbed a bottle of beer.  He opened up the drawer next to
me, fished out the bottle opener, and promptly dropped it on the
floor.  It fell between my feet.  Before I could react, he'd
said, "Oops!" and stooped down to get it.  He didn't get right
back up, and I looked down to see why.

He was crouched down, his hand on the bottle opener, his eyes on
something at my foot level.  "What's this on the floor, Kristi?"
he asked, putting his finger in a small puddle of cum that had
leaked out of me.  I hadn't even noticed it, assuming it had all
trickled down my leg.  As he touched it, another gob of cum
involuntarily leaked out and plopped between my feet, onto his
hand. 

"Umm..." I said, trying to think of something.  He didn't say
anything for a second, just looked at the stream of cum leaking
down my leg.  I couldn't really breathe, I was too nervous. 

"I didn't want to believe it," he said, still crouched.  "I
didn't want to believe my little girl wasn't a little girl any
more."  He got up and looked right at me.  "You weren't
babysitting today, were you?"

"No Daddy," I said, mortified.

"You were out there in that little skirt of yours, the skirt I
bought you, with some boys, weren't you?"  he growled.

"Yes Daddy," I whispered, almost in tears.

His hand pulled up the hem of my skirt, exposing my bare behind. 
"You went out there in this little skirt with no panties on and
you came home with a pussy full of cum that's just leaking out of
you."  He kicked my feet apart and knelt behind me, spreading my
asscheeks apart.  "You're asshole's leaking, too.  My daughter
isn't a little girl any more, she's a little slut.  How many
cocks did you have in you today, Kristi?"

I could barely breathe.  Somewhere in the nervous-wracking
tension of being caught, I felt the tremblings of desire stirring
as my fuckholes were exposed to my father.  I licked my lips as I
felt that now-familiar ache return to my sore but hungry pussy. 
"Two, Daddy,"  I whispered.

"Two," he repeated.  His fingers slid over my pussy and asshole
as he spoke.  "My little girl came to my bed this morning and
rubbed her pussy on her father's cock.  And then she went out
dressed like a little whore and fucked some boy and then she went
and fucked another boy.  Is that right?"

"No, Daddy," I whispered, fighting the urge to moan.  "I fucked
them both at the same time."

"The same time," he said.  He stood up, still behind me.  "You
know what that makes you, don't you, Kristi?"

I knew.  He knew.  And now that I knew that he knew what I was, I
could ask for what I wanted.

I stuck my ass out behind me, until it crashed softly into his
groin.  I could feel something big and hard in his pants and I
rubbed against it gently. 

"I'm a whore, Daddy,"  I moaned, feeling his cock through his
slacks.  "I'm a little whore, and I'm hungry for cock, Daddy." 
His hands came up to hold my hips, and he pulled himself tighter
against me.  "I need cock in my fuckholes, Daddy.

"I need my Daddy's big cock inside of my slutty little holes."

I turned around and knelt down in front of my father.  I attacked
his zipper and reached into his boxers.  My hand wrapped around
something that felt bigger than I'd already experienced.  I
tugged but couldn't get it out of his pants.  Daddy smirked as he
undid his belt and let me pull his pants down. 

When I finally saw his penis, my jaw dropped.  It was only
half-hard, and it was already bigger than Uncle Chuck's big black
cock.  Longer than Jim's and thicker than Bob's, it was a massive
piece of meat that stiffened and lifted before my very eyes. 
Pre-cum already dripped from the slit in the head, and I lifted
my daddy's big dick to my mouth and sucked the clear fluid out.

"Oh, that's right, you little slut," Daddy moaned as I crammed
the head into my mouth and stroked the shaft with my hands. 
"Suck that cock."

I did.  I sucked that big daddy cock as if my life depended on
it.  As my mouth tried to suck the juice right out of that slab
of meat, other juices dripped from my pussy and asshole onto the
kitchen floor.  I felt my pussy grow hotter as I sucked that dick
and wondered if I could cum without touching myself. When Daddy
grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth, making me gag, I
learned that I could.

Daddy raised me to my feet and lifted me up onto the kitchen
counter.  He stepped out of his pants and shorts and pulled my
top off, leaving me in nothing but my slutty little skirt.  My
nipples were rock hard as he grabbed and pinched them, making me
squeak and moan with pain and desire.  "Put me in you," he
hissed, and my hands grasped his spit-slick fuckstick and guided
him to my pussy, which had closed back up from the afternoon's
black dicking.

He pressed forward, and after a brief fight, my pussy relented
and let him slip inside.  It was still an uphill battle but one I
welcomed; even before he got more than the head in, my cunt
started spasming in orgasm. 

"Oh Daddy!" I squealed, "Oh Daddy, you're making me cum already!"

He packed me full of more meat, and my pussy squirted juiced all
over the kitchen counter and floor.  "Daddy!  I'm cumming again!"

He bottomed out against my cervix.  This time, I couldn't say
anything coherent; I just screeched when I felt him fetch up
against back wall of my vaginal passage.  He put his arms under
my legs and lifted me.  I wrapped my arms around his neck as he
lifted and dropped me onto his huge cock.

I caught our reflection in the patio door.  It was so obscene –
my tiny body body held by my big daddy, his cock spearing me, a
big fat chunk still sticking out of me.  I humped against him as
he lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped, fucking my pussy onto
his gigantic rock-hard cock.

“Ah!” he grunted.  “God, your cunt is so tight on my cock,
Kristi!  Do you like how it feels to get fucked?”

“I love it Daddy!  I love fucking!  I love your cock in my pussy.
 Oh fuck me, please fuck me!”

He moved us over to his chair and sat down.  “Show me, Kristi,”
he said.  “Show me how much you love fucking me.”

I put my hands on his chest and lifted my hips up.  His long and
thick cock slid almost all the way out of me before I reversed
direction and swallowed him up again.  Over and over I did this,
until the frustration of not having him all in me got to me.  I
sat down on Daddy’s cock until it pressed against my womb.  “I
need it in me, Daddy,” I said, grinding and shifting angles,
keeping the pressure on my cervix, trying to replicate what Jim
had done to me earlier that day.

“I am inside you, baby,” my daddy said, kissing me.

“No, Daddy, I need you ALL the way in me,” I moaned.  I felt his
cock hit the right angle and pressed down with all my weight.  I
watched Daddy’s eyes grow wide as he felt my cervix open up.  My
eyes rolled back into my head as I felt him penetrate into the
deepest part of me.  It was hard – he was bigger than Chuck,
longer than Jim, and wider than Bob – but my efforts were
rewarded as I was finally filled as much as was humanly possible.

“Oh God, Kristi,” my Daddy groaned as he truly bottomed out in
me.

“AAaaaaaggghhh,” I moaned back.  My orgasms flowed into each
other, the ebbs growing closer and closer until it felt I was
riding one giant wave of convulsive liquid pleasure.  My hips
writhed and humped and fucked my Daddy instinctively, never
letting his huge cock escape my womb.

“Aaaaugh!  Oh fuck fuck fuck!  Fuck my slutty pussy, Daddy!  Fuck
your slutty daughter!”

Daddy’s hips fucked up off of the couch, slapping into my thighs.
 His balls slapped my ass, and in the haze of my orgasm, I made a
mental note to have him fuck me there, soon.

“Oh Princess, I can’t believe how sexy you are, I can’t believe
I’m fucking my sexy little slutty daughter.  Oh baby I love you!
Fuck fuck fuck!”

“Oh Daddy keep fucking me!  I love you Daddy I love you I love
your cock I love fucking you!”

He grew even bigger in me.  I felt him grow even harder.  I knew
what was about to happen, and I wanted it.

“Oh baby, gonna cum!  Gonna cum inside you!”

“Give it to me Daddy!  Give me your hot cum!”

I fucked onto him with hard, deliberate strokes as he matched me
with his own.  He swelled and fucked until I felt a throb travel
the length of his cock and my pussy.  A glob of lava belched into
my womb, and I screeched, feeling my orgasm overwhelm my senses
beyond their previous limits.  I sat on my Daddy’s lap, his cock
deep within my womb, and convulsed as his cock throbbed again and
again and his cum filled me and overflowed my pussy and leaked
out.

“Aaaah!”  he groaned.  “Cumming in your slutty cunt!  Aaaaaaah!”

I fell forward onto him, unable to move, my orgasm having sapped
the life out of me.  Daddy continued to fuck in my limp body for
another minute, pumping his hot thick cum deep into me, before
stopping as well.  His cock began to soften after a few minutes,
and my pussy slowly squeeze him out, a river of cum following. 
After a few minutes, we began to stir.

Daddy chuckled.  “What’s so funny, Daddy?” I asked in a hoarse
whisper, tired.

“When you showed me that skirt, all I could think about was how
some boy would want to fuck you.  I was worried.”  He kissed me
tenderly.

“You’re not worried any more, Daddy?”

He shook his head, smiling.  “Not any more, kiddo.  In fact, I
was thinking that maybe we should get you some more clothes like
that.”

I smiled back at him.  I liked the thought of running around in
little slutty clothes.  I could fucked a lot in clothes like
that, I thought.  I was going to get a lot of Daddy’s cum and a
lot of big black cock.

My mystery man was certainly going to be surprised when I met him
again.