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 Flirty Skirt - Chapter 2

   Chapter 2 (M/f, exhibitionism, ir, oral)

   "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."

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