Pink World
I was infatuated with my Auntie Celeste. Who wouldn't be? She was a gorgeous, sophisticated lady who always looked perfect--long, wavy auburn hair matched by long, shapely legs, dark smoldering eyes enhanced by mascara and eye shadow, and ruby red lips. I was often alone with her and when it was just the two of us, she would always lounge around her apartment, wearing full make up and spectacularly sexy lingerie from baby doll negligees with hemlines , satiny gowns with slits up to her womanly hip.
When the other boys were out playing or working, I stayed in the house longing for Aunt Celeste. I would spend hours gazing at the framed photos of her I had in my bedroom and counted the days when I could join her on spring break and summer vacations.
Aunt Celeste would not even pick out her own panties and bras, but would direct me to her underwear drawer to select her intimates. This, of course, allowed me to feel all the silky and lacy sensations, to enjoy the perfumed aroma of her panties, and to grow envious that ladies could wear such lovely things next to their skin but that boys were supposed to be denied that pleasure.
Left alone for hours while she was out, I would sit at Aunt Celeste's vanity and apply eye lipstick to my lips. I would look at my pretty face in the mirror, seeing how cute would be and then I would practice making sexy faces, pouting my lips, licking my lips, batting my long eye lashes. I would lavish Aunt Celeste's perfume on my neck, slip Aunt Celeste's camisoles and thongs over my slim body and walk around the flat, practicing how to sway my hips like Aunt Celeste.
It didn't take long for Auntie Celeste to discover my activities. On my birthday, Aunt Celeste gave me my very own make up kit and pink satin silky night wears. She taught me how to apply eye shadow and mascara and took a real interest in my use of cosmetics. From then on, I always wore make up when I was with Aunt Celeste, glossy lip stick, nail polish, rouge, and eye shadow. Also, when she grew bored of her panties or lingerie she would "hand them down" to me. It gave me such a thrill to wear panties that I knew had graced Aunt Celeste's most private silken treasures. It would always make my little willie grow hard whenever I slipped on her panties. She even let me wear her bras, which I stuffed with her silky underthings to give me a womanly figure.
Aunt Celeste was bossy, but she was also affectionate. She would dress up me silky slips at night,let me cuddle with her to feel her warmth, to breathe the heady aroma of her perfume, to feel the softness of her skin. I grew my hair to shoulder length, and Aunt Celeste and I would brush each others' hair.
I always obeyed her because more than anyone else, I was hopelessly infatuated with Aunt Celeste and could not resist her beauty and her dominant strength. Aunt Celeste and I both found that we liked it best when I was at my most obedient. She would wiggle her finger in a beckoning motion, and I would crawl on my hands and knees to her. When she was in the mood for being pleasured, I learned to follow her silent commands; a snapped finger, an arched eyebrow, was all I needed to start servicing her with my tongue. I would lick her clitoris until my tongue would ache so much I thought it would fall off, but I would stick with it until Aunt Celeste would reach orgasm, push my head away, and close her beautiful legs.
Auntie Celeste never touched my penis or over showed any interest in having me make love to her as a man to a woman, or even in giving me sexual pleasure. I learned to subjugate my own pleasure, realizing that giving her pleasure was all that mattered. I would have plenty of time, later, alone, to fantasize about Aunt Celeste and to satisfy my personal needs.
When Aunt Celeste's boyfriend took an interest in me, she had various ways of introducing me into the evening's more exciting activities. One of my favorite ways she did this was by having her boyfriend help "get Kimmy ready for bedtime." Aunt Celeste would announce that it was getting late and that it was way past Kimmy's bedtime. She would would tell me to go get ready for bed and to come down for a good night kiss. While I was upstairs changing, Aunt Celeste would usually be necking with her date and getting him good and hot.
I would change into a pink see-through baby doll nightie with a pink tie-at-the-side string bikini showing underneath which Aunt instructed as my nightdress. My breasts topped with my delectable nipples were visible under the translucent material. I wore slippers topped with pink fuzzies. I put on high gloss pink lipstick and my neck and chest shimmered with sparkling pink lotion. I would come down the stairs and say, "Goodnight Auntie Celeste." With her boyfriend sitting next to her, I leaned over her to give her a kiss, which I knew would cause my nightie to fall forward, exposing my tiny breasts for anyone who might be wanting to sneak a peak. I always lost my balance when leaning over to smooch my aunt, and my hand lands would on her man friend's thigh. The man's natural reaction would be to catch me and I often managed to squirm in a way that would make his hand touch or even grab one or both of my breasts. If was not too obvious I would fall into his lap. At which point Aunt Celeste always said, "Maybe Daddy would like to give Kimmy a good night kiss, too."
I made sure it was a really warm, sensual, delicious, kiss and did my utmost to melt in the gentleman's arms as his tongue explored the seductive warm wetness of my mouth. If the kiss continued--and it usually did--I would run my fingers through his hair, to wiggle closer, and to moan. Meanwhile, Aunt Celeste would sit close by, cooing, her eyes sparkling, clapping and encouraging the kisses to continue. Before long, she would join the kissing, and we would have three tongues and mouths playing with each other and we would never miss the chance to sandwich her boyfriend's face between our two sets of oversized breasts.
Before long, inevitably, boyfriend would be sucking my breasts like a man dying of thirst. Aunt Celeste would whisper encouragements in his ear while she played with his cock.I would be pressing against him panting and moaning. As his cock would get big and hard, Aunt Celeste would take over the kissing as I would slide down and start the cock sucking. This way the man would lose track of me as me, only feeling the sensation of my expert, sensual mouth on his dick while his conscious mind would be engaged with Aunt Celeste's tongue in his mouth, her beautiful face, his hands on her magnificent breasts
When it's clear her boyfriends are totally aroused and close to coming, Aunt Celeste says, "It's really way past Kimmy's bedtime. Let's go tuck her in bed and give her a good night kiss." I would walk up the stairs swaying my pretty butt highlighted by my tiny pink string bikini showing through the translucent baby doll negligee.
Aunt Celeste would position a big bolster pillow across my bed and instead of putting it under my neck, she would have me lay face down with the bolster under my tummy causing my pretty, young, round butt to stick deliciously up high. Then she would whisper the invitation, "Would Daddy like to fuck baby Kimmy's pretty little ass?" I would wiggle my butt in anticipation. She would whisper, "Kimmy needs a big daddy to make her his *********** doll." And, "Show me what a big daddy may you are."
With rare exceptions, he would start fucking me with wild abandon. I would make little squeals as Aunt Celeste would urge them on. Of course, I would feel gloriously hot and sexy,after i squirt my cream with impeccable timing Aunt Celeste would interrupt Daddy just before he would climax, cooing in his ear, "Save some for me."
Aunt Celeste would extricate her man from my tight buns, tuck me in with satin sheets and take him into her bedroom. I would be left to exhausted and drift into blissful sleep.
Sometimes, Aunt Celeste will put me to bed herself. She has a quite impressive strap-on dildo. When she's in the mood, Aunt Celeste can really give my tight ********** pussy quite a pounding.
However an evening goes, I remain completely devoted to Aunt Celeste. Although my boy pussy and my mouth are as experienced as any courtesan, I am still a virgin as far as my penis is concerned. Don't get me wrong, I love bringing myself to orgasm as I fantasize about my Aunt Celeste, and someday I would love to make love to a real girl, but I know that my true fulfillment comes from making and keeping Aunt Celeste happy as her ***********y boy slut.
Willingwimp
When the other boys were out playing or working, I stayed in the house longing for Aunt Celeste. I would spend hours gazing at the framed photos of her I had in my bedroom and counted the days when I could join her on spring break and summer vacations.
Aunt Celeste would not even pick out her own panties and bras, but would direct me to her underwear drawer to select her intimates. This, of course, allowed me to feel all the silky and lacy sensations, to enjoy the perfumed aroma of her panties, and to grow envious that ladies could wear such lovely things next to their skin but that boys were supposed to be denied that pleasure.
Left alone for hours while she was out, I would sit at Aunt Celeste's vanity and apply eye lipstick to my lips. I would look at my pretty face in the mirror, seeing how cute would be and then I would practice making sexy faces, pouting my lips, licking my lips, batting my long eye lashes. I would lavish Aunt Celeste's perfume on my neck, slip Aunt Celeste's camisoles and thongs over my slim body and walk around the flat, practicing how to sway my hips like Aunt Celeste.
It didn't take long for Auntie Celeste to discover my activities. On my birthday, Aunt Celeste gave me my very own make up kit and pink satin silky night wears. She taught me how to apply eye shadow and mascara and took a real interest in my use of cosmetics. From then on, I always wore make up when I was with Aunt Celeste, glossy lip stick, nail polish, rouge, and eye shadow. Also, when she grew bored of her panties or lingerie she would "hand them down" to me. It gave me such a thrill to wear panties that I knew had graced Aunt Celeste's most private silken treasures. It would always make my little willie grow hard whenever I slipped on her panties. She even let me wear her bras, which I stuffed with her silky underthings to give me a womanly figure.
Aunt Celeste was bossy, but she was also affectionate. She would dress up me silky slips at night,let me cuddle with her to feel her warmth, to breathe the heady aroma of her perfume, to feel the softness of her skin. I grew my hair to shoulder length, and Aunt Celeste and I would brush each others' hair.
I always obeyed her because more than anyone else, I was hopelessly infatuated with Aunt Celeste and could not resist her beauty and her dominant strength. Aunt Celeste and I both found that we liked it best when I was at my most obedient. She would wiggle her finger in a beckoning motion, and I would crawl on my hands and knees to her. When she was in the mood for being pleasured, I learned to follow her silent commands; a snapped finger, an arched eyebrow, was all I needed to start servicing her with my tongue. I would lick her clitoris until my tongue would ache so much I thought it would fall off, but I would stick with it until Aunt Celeste would reach orgasm, push my head away, and close her beautiful legs.
Auntie Celeste never touched my penis or over showed any interest in having me make love to her as a man to a woman, or even in giving me sexual pleasure. I learned to subjugate my own pleasure, realizing that giving her pleasure was all that mattered. I would have plenty of time, later, alone, to fantasize about Aunt Celeste and to satisfy my personal needs.
When Aunt Celeste's boyfriend took an interest in me, she had various ways of introducing me into the evening's more exciting activities. One of my favorite ways she did this was by having her boyfriend help "get Kimmy ready for bedtime." Aunt Celeste would announce that it was getting late and that it was way past Kimmy's bedtime. She would would tell me to go get ready for bed and to come down for a good night kiss. While I was upstairs changing, Aunt Celeste would usually be necking with her date and getting him good and hot.
I would change into a pink see-through baby doll nightie with a pink tie-at-the-side string bikini showing underneath which Aunt instructed as my nightdress. My breasts topped with my delectable nipples were visible under the translucent material. I wore slippers topped with pink fuzzies. I put on high gloss pink lipstick and my neck and chest shimmered with sparkling pink lotion. I would come down the stairs and say, "Goodnight Auntie Celeste." With her boyfriend sitting next to her, I leaned over her to give her a kiss, which I knew would cause my nightie to fall forward, exposing my tiny breasts for anyone who might be wanting to sneak a peak. I always lost my balance when leaning over to smooch my aunt, and my hand lands would on her man friend's thigh. The man's natural reaction would be to catch me and I often managed to squirm in a way that would make his hand touch or even grab one or both of my breasts. If was not too obvious I would fall into his lap. At which point Aunt Celeste always said, "Maybe Daddy would like to give Kimmy a good night kiss, too."
I made sure it was a really warm, sensual, delicious, kiss and did my utmost to melt in the gentleman's arms as his tongue explored the seductive warm wetness of my mouth. If the kiss continued--and it usually did--I would run my fingers through his hair, to wiggle closer, and to moan. Meanwhile, Aunt Celeste would sit close by, cooing, her eyes sparkling, clapping and encouraging the kisses to continue. Before long, she would join the kissing, and we would have three tongues and mouths playing with each other and we would never miss the chance to sandwich her boyfriend's face between our two sets of oversized breasts.
Before long, inevitably, boyfriend would be sucking my breasts like a man dying of thirst. Aunt Celeste would whisper encouragements in his ear while she played with his cock.I would be pressing against him panting and moaning. As his cock would get big and hard, Aunt Celeste would take over the kissing as I would slide down and start the cock sucking. This way the man would lose track of me as me, only feeling the sensation of my expert, sensual mouth on his dick while his conscious mind would be engaged with Aunt Celeste's tongue in his mouth, her beautiful face, his hands on her magnificent breasts
When it's clear her boyfriends are totally aroused and close to coming, Aunt Celeste says, "It's really way past Kimmy's bedtime. Let's go tuck her in bed and give her a good night kiss." I would walk up the stairs swaying my pretty butt highlighted by my tiny pink string bikini showing through the translucent baby doll negligee.
Aunt Celeste would position a big bolster pillow across my bed and instead of putting it under my neck, she would have me lay face down with the bolster under my tummy causing my pretty, young, round butt to stick deliciously up high. Then she would whisper the invitation, "Would Daddy like to fuck baby Kimmy's pretty little ass?" I would wiggle my butt in anticipation. She would whisper, "Kimmy needs a big daddy to make her his *********** doll." And, "Show me what a big daddy may you are."
With rare exceptions, he would start fucking me with wild abandon. I would make little squeals as Aunt Celeste would urge them on. Of course, I would feel gloriously hot and sexy,after i squirt my cream with impeccable timing Aunt Celeste would interrupt Daddy just before he would climax, cooing in his ear, "Save some for me."
Aunt Celeste would extricate her man from my tight buns, tuck me in with satin sheets and take him into her bedroom. I would be left to exhausted and drift into blissful sleep.
Sometimes, Aunt Celeste will put me to bed herself. She has a quite impressive strap-on dildo. When she's in the mood, Aunt Celeste can really give my tight ********** pussy quite a pounding.
However an evening goes, I remain completely devoted to Aunt Celeste. Although my boy pussy and my mouth are as experienced as any courtesan, I am still a virgin as far as my penis is concerned. Don't get me wrong, I love bringing myself to orgasm as I fantasize about my Aunt Celeste, and someday I would love to make love to a real girl, but I know that my true fulfillment comes from making and keeping Aunt Celeste happy as her ***********y boy slut.
Willingwimp
3年前
