Dawn's Skirt: A Sexual Adventure

For as long as she could truly remember, Dawn had gotten a thrill out of doing things that many an adult would consider beyond her ability or understanding for her age. Her earliest memories began before she even entered kindergarten, and they were full of her experimenting with touching her body. The sensations she felt were burned into her mind, but even so she slowly became bored with what she could do alone with her own small hands. She needed something new, something different... and thankfully, she was just at the age to be enrolled in school.

It was a brave new world for the small girl, kindergarten; so many things to learn, so many people to meet... so many young boys that she could entice y manipulating their curiosity. Many was the time she them touching her small chest, giving them a cheap little thrill as she profited in the pleasure of their little hands and stubby fingers gingerly manipulating her nipples. And when that soon grew to be insufficient, she managed to coax them into going lower; the best memories of her early life where feeling their many hands touching her most sensitive of places, her panties around her ankles; the sensations shot through her tiny frame like electricity, especially when they caressed her thighs while pushing past her wet little lips.

As the years rolled by and Dawn grew her needs only increased. She was longer simply content with the bumbling hands of her young peers; she began to seek out the attentions of older men, and at times, even older girls. Truly, Dawn's sexual curiosity knew no gender or age limits, if it felt good then why should she those she used, and more importantly herself, the vast universe of pleasure that they all came to know and love?

As she grew ever older, she began to understand that appearance made all the difference; the many men she had met often wished for her to dress up in different types of outfits to further increase their sexual urges. She found that a short skirt was always the best; it was a near universal magnet for men, and it gave such easy access to that which gave all delight. Dawn soon found herself sporting a pink skirt almost every day as her default bottom article of clothing; it was feminine enough for people to accept her wearing it for "innocent" purposes, but at the same time it was obscenely short; any real movement beyond standing still threatened to flash her panties for all the world to see.

Perhaps her mother had always known that her daughter was very sexual even as a child and simply let her go, allowing the young girl to do as she wished. Perhaps her mother knew nothing and simply assumed that it was the fashion of the time to have such an obscenely short article of clothing. Regardless, the young girl had always enjoyed strutting about in what could only be described as the skirt of a whore, bending over when she knew she would get the most exposure, drawing the perverted masses to her. So engrossed by physical pleasure, and so willing to be used and to use that by the age of twelve, Dawn knew every pedophile within a thirty mile radius of her home by name.

But it was when Pokemon entered her life that the next great boon in her sexual adventuring began. Using the strange beings and contests as a ruse to travel far from home, Dawn eagerly went to get her starter. Claiming a Piplup for its overly cute appearance, --always the schemer, Dawn knew that having the cutest, most defenseless looking of Pokemon made her an even more enticing "victim" for men-- she went on her way. Touring Sinnoh was great fun for the young woman; there were so many new places to go, things to see... battles to lose on purpose.

Every loss was a victory for her libido, every new opponent was a chance to learn a new sexual position. The use and abuse was something she looked forward to every morning, and every night she went to sleep content. Today would be no different, for it was a day like any other; Dawn met her newest man, a trainer that she instantly challenged, fully knowing the outcome in advance.

Having easily lost with her Piplup and Buneary, she was at the mercy of the stranger; a mercy which was fully taken advantage of when he fondled the small girls budding breasts through her top. She bit her lip, trying to muffle her moans, trying to keep the fact that she enjoyed it from the man; but it was all for naught when his fingers found their way between her legs, rubbing against her little mound. Dawn let out a moan that told all that she enjoyed it... much to his surprise and joy. For when it became obvious that she was more than enjoying herself, so easily willing to take it and not scream, he scooped her up and took her out of the wilds in which they fought, to a building with much more privacy.

All too eager, the young Dawn slipped from his hold and sat upon a chair, her face fully flushed as she opened her legs, allowing him to see her striped panties. She smiled at him, a wanton gleam in her eye; he knew then that she was the real thing. Licking his lips, he went to the young woman, her hands instantly went for the buttons on his pants. Undoing them with the ease of a well trained whore, she pulled his pants and underwear down, gasping as his erect phallus sprung into action.

Licking her own lips, she leaned forward and pressed them against the head, kissing it softly as her tongue darted out, lapping up the precum that was already flowing as he pulled the hat from her head, fingers running through her hair. Looking up at her latest acquiescence she pulled her lips from his throbbing hardness for a moment to give him a smile, and then she took his length in her hands.

Holding it still, Dawn opened her mouth wide and then took inch after inch into her mouth, then down her throat, causing him to gasp and groan. The warmth, moisture and tightness of her young mouth and throat felt incredible around him. Once his balls hit Dawn's chin, she paused a moment to tease him; then she made to move. With swift, expert actions she began to blow him, pulling out to the very head before driving back down, engulfing him over and over while her tongue moved about his length, eventually managing to lick every inch.

Suddenly, he pulled out of her mouth and laid down upon the floor. Without the need to be told what to do, Dawn removed her boots and then leaned back, placing the bottom of her right foot against his hardness. She pushed the top of her left under it, then began to rub it with her feet, the precum and saliva left from her blowjob keeping the forces of friction away. He groaned and gasped in pure bliss, his body twitching as she jerked him off with her feet. She watched him, eyes so intently focused on his reactions to her foot work; her pussy juices flowed as he bucked and writhed from her feet; he looked like he was fully enjoying himself.

Dawn never let up on him, her feet moving faster, his precum flowed so freely, covering her stockings, allowing her to only go faster. He began to pant, his flailing growing in intensity and vigor; he was on the verge. Licking her lips, she released him from her foot grip and then dove forward, mouth engulfing him once more, head bobbing on his dick while he cried out in pleasure, hands grabbing her hair. Dawn looked up at him, eyes telling him to cum in her mouth as she began to fondle his balls with her small hands, trying to squeeze the cum right out as she tried to suck it out.

Finally, under an assault he could not withstand he came in her mouth. She moaned as she held her head still, tongue licking at his meatus while it spewed his seed, swallowing all that she could manage while she tightened her lips around his shaft, ensuring not a single drop would escape her. Near the end and still hungry for cum, she bobbed her head once more, milking him for all that he was worth before he could give her no more. As his orgasm ended he let go of her hair, he panted heavily as she licked his shaft clean, head staying still. Once he was clean, she released his deflated phallus from her mouth, smiling at the man as he began the slow process of recovery.

Today, she thought, was going to be another good one.