Auntie Turned Me into Her Little Boy Slut - Sex Stories

Auntie Turned Me into Her Little Boy Slut

... at hand, to attend to any needs they might have, which I daresay, also provided me with a voyeuristic thrill. If Aunt Celeste's date 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 date 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 ask her date to unzip my French maid's outfit and to unhook my bra, then she 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. My breasts topped with my delectable nipples were visible under the translucent material. I wore clear high heeled 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 gorgeous 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." In my experience, very, very few "Daddies" passed up the invitation to kiss me. Realizing there was a good chance this was the first time most of these guys had ever kissed a girly boy, 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 ...