Timmy to Tina

I have a younger cousin who I have to admit I miss often; he was such a cutie, especially when we were teenagers.  Timothy though, had a little naughty secret that I had found out about and rather than be the simple and boring responsible one, I decided to have a little fun with this little treasure.

You see, Timmy had a little bit of a fetish that he had developed over the years; he loved, LOVED to wear my panties.  When he would come over, he would sneak into my room when I wasn’t around and decided to try them on in the bathroom.  What the little sissy didn’t realize was that I caught on quick and had been taking pictures for a good solid year.  Looks like my little photography class in High School wasn’t a waste of time after all.

Not long after High School he had visited me and while I thought I might restrain myself a little longer, I decided against it.  I invited him over to my dorm for a little visit, since he was family the Catholic school I attended didn’t even blink and my dorm mate was gone for some fun of her own.

Mmm…now there was a good story involving her…but I’ll write about that later.

Tim showed up, looking happy enough until I locked us in that dorm.  He gave me that little confused look, that confusion that crosses men’s face when I’m about to have my way with them and they do not know it.  It never fails to get me wait, needless to say.

I told him I had bought him a little present and I had left it on my bed; I didn’t bother wrapping it since I was about to do some unwrapping of my own, sliding out of my clothes slowly as he turned, blushing as he saw on the mattress one of the school uniforms and a pair of my panties.

He played dumb, trying to say he was confused but then I pointed towards the pictures I had laid by the pillow, the ones he failed to notice.  Him, prancing in front of the bathroom mirror, in my room and all the other times he thought he was alone.

“You stretched out my favorite pairs, you know.”  I told him, trying to restrain my giggle, “You also came in them…ruined them.  So its only fair that I ruin you, right?”

He didn’t understand at first so I put it in a simpler way; he dressed up like the little girl he liked to pretend to be or I would leave those pictures on every corkboard on my campus, not to mention sending a few as holiday cards to the family he had hidden his little fetish from for so very long.

Well, needless to say it was long until he was sliding those little, pink lacey panties beneath that short skirt I found for him.  He had such a dainty figure, his hair messy and short but long enough to pass for the little bitch I was about to make him.

I sat him down, slid lipstick across his mouth and dolled him up.  When he was all dressed up, I took more pictures, making him pose–his face was so red! Shaking like a little leaf the whole time! I laughed at him, savoring this little morsel I was about to swallow whole.  All this shame and worse yet, his little skirt had already become a tent.

I pointed it out to him, laughing, taking more pictures.  I sauntered over to him, purposely swishing my hips before lifting my skirt, showing him my perfect shaved pussy which was now dripping from the sight of this little sissy boy’s shame.

I told him to tilt his head back, told him to open his mouth like a little bitch.  He did as he was told, naughty little slut that he was and soon I was lower my crotch down on his face, ass facing him first.

I wiggled my hips, dragging my hot slit across his mouth, smearing my juices across his face–my ass resting on him.

“Lick me, slut.”  I told him, “And maybe I’ll use the small strapon.”

He whimpered, tongue soon sliding across my folds–dipping in and trembling as he let loose a little moan.  His cock made that tiny little skirt rise, throbbing and beating as I let loose a giggle laced whimper.  I grounded down on him, moving my peach shaped bottom in circles, smothering him in my cunt.  He was very, very good at this…

But not good enough that I didn’t seek out my twelve-incher.

Would you like to hear how that turned out? Of course you do…you wouldn’t want to make me pout, would you?