Auntie Turned Me into Her Little Boy Slut - Sex Stories

Auntie Turned Me into Her Little Boy Slut

... were pink, and it had a frilly pink canopy bed, and I now had my very own vanity with a mirror and fully stocked make up kit. I opened the most lovely presents: silky lingerie, the tiniest, sexiest little thongs, and high heels in my size. Aunt Celeste also started me right away on "ladies vitamins," pills that I later found out were not vitamins at all but female hormones that would prevent me from growing hair on my face and body and which made my breasts start to grow and swell and my skin to be soft and supple as I developed a sheen of feminine body softness at a time when other boys were developing hard muscles. After moving in with Aunt Celeste, I changed my name from Jimmy to Kimmy. Auntie Celeste insisted that I always wear high heels because she said they made my legs and bottom look beautiful. She taught me how to do the runway strut of fashion models to maximize the swish of my hips as I walked. I noticed that when I walked outside with a tight mini skirt that men would turn their heads and stair at my cute bottom as I walked by. It made me feel so sexy and desirable. But I rarely went out. I mostly stayed at home to serve Aunt Celeste. Aunt Celeste and I had an amazing bonding experience. She was beginning to feel her aging and decided that she wanted a boob job. Aunt Celeste schedule me to have breast implants at the same time. We went into surgery together and helped each other through the painful recovery period. We both now proudly possess beautiful, full, ...

... perky breasts topped with ever erect, ultra sensitive nipples. With my set of beautiful breasts, I enjoyed the extra attention of men and I loved flirting with them, and how girly I felt when men were attracted to me. But I remained attracted to women as well. Aunt Celeste got very jealous whenever she noticed me "checking out" a pretty girl or caught me flirting--or even talking--with a female. She wouldn't hesitate to break into a conversation and order me to follow her away immediately, even though it was rather embarrassing. But 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 ...