Chapter 4 - The Changing Room
I could tell that grocery shopping wasn’t Peter’s favourite activity, but he patiently pushed the trolley while I loaded it up with goodies. I squeezed his pert little bum from time to time, just to stop us getting bored.
The next two mornings followed a similar pattern, with me flashing my boobs at him over breakfast, Peter getting a raging boner, us showering together and cumming in torrents. It was lovely, but eventually I had to drag him back to the shops again.
I had promised his mum, Greg’s sister, that I would help Peter choose some new clothes while he was staying with us. He hated shopping with her, she said, and bought hideous garments if left to choose on his own. I hoped I could make a trip to the shops fun and help him buy something trendy enough to satisfy Peter, but not too modern to offend his mum.
We soon had a new pair of trainers for him, then went into a big department store for a couple of shirts and a pair of new jeans. The shirts were easy, but we had a bit of an issue over the jeans. He wanted some great baggy things that hung off his hips with the crotch down between his knees in the hip-hop style.
I knew his mum would blow a gasket if he went home wearing those, so I persuaded him that girls thought tighter jeans were much sexier on a boy, and squeezed his bum to prove my point. He agreed to try some figure-hugging jeans on, just to see what they looked like, and we took a couple of pairs off to the changing cubicle.
He stepped out wearing the first pair and – Wow! He did look good in them! I couldn’t help stroking my hands up his legs… just to check the fit, you understand.
“Mmmm, they feel like the right size,” I said, as my left hand gripped his buttocks through the denim, and my right hand squeezed the bulge of his cock and balls at the front.
“Aunty!” he gasped, looking around to see if anyone was watching us. Nobody was taking any notice, so I gave him an extra rub and felt his penis swelling instantly.
“I think any girl would fancy you in those, Peter,” I told him, with a grin. “Now try on the other pair, and we can compare them,” I said, sending him back inside the cubicle with a pat on his tight young derriere.
A minute passed, and he didn’t reappear. “Are you alright in there, Peter?” I called through the curtain.
“Umm, there’s a problem, Aunt Mandy,” he whispered back.
So, I peeped around the side of the curtain to find out what his problem was.
“Ah, I see,” I said, as my eyes locked on to his rock-hard cock, tenting out the front of his underpants, bulging obscenely from the open fly of the second pair of jeans.
“I can’t do them up!” he whispered. “And it won’t go down…” He looked at me imploringly.
“Oooh, I see what you mean. That’s all your naughty aunty’s fault,” I said, with a giggle.
“But fortunately, naughty aunties usually know how to fix problems like that,” I said.
I checked over my shoulder—there was nobody nearby, fortunately—so I stepped quickly inside the small cubicle and pulled the curtain shut behind me. It was cramped for space, so I held Peter’s shoulders while I turned us both around so that his back was against the curtain and there was just enough room for me to squat down.
“Right, let’s see if we can sort this out,” I said as I pulled down his trousers and pants and his rigid cock sprang out in front of my face.
“Now, Peter, don’t make a sound, sweetheart, and we’ll soon come up with a solution.” I smiled at my own little joke, then slipped my red lips over his engorged cockhead and slid them down the thickly veined shaft.
Apart from his first sharp intake of breath, he managed to keep quiet while I worked my mouth up and down his lovely hard cock, sucking and slobbering and lapping at his balls with my tongue.
It took less than a minute before I felt his fingers stiffening at the sides of my head and his hips start to thrust uncontrollably.
“Ahhmmm… NNNGGG!” he moaned through clenched teeth, as the first hot spurt of creamy semen splashed into the back of my mouth and slid down my throat.
“Mmmm,” I hummed, nodding my head and looking up into his eyes.
“Ohhh… MMM!” He kept his mouth shut as he pumped his penis between my lips and a second jet of cum poured over my tongue.
“MMMmmm.” I winked encouragement and sucked harder and was rewarded with another powerful stream of sweet sperm.
“Ooohhh, Aunty….” he whispered as his hips jerked slower.
I gently squeezed his balls, willing the last drops out of his cock and finally sucked him dry.
I stood up, licked my lips and smiled at him. “I think you’ll be okay to do those trousers up in a minute or two, Peter,” I said, and started to shuffle past him to leave the cubicle.
“Um, Aunty!”
“Yes?”
“Um, on your chin…” He pointed at my face, and I realised a blob of semen had escaped. “I think you ought to wipe that off before you go out,” he said.
“Oh, you do, do you?” I said with a wicked grin. “Well, I think you ought to lick it off.”
His eyes widened in surprise, and he froze.
“If I can swallow most of your cum, Peter, I think it’s only fair that you lick up the last drop, don’t you?” I smiled at his confusion.
“Besides, it’s time you found out what it tastes like for yourself. I’m not leaving until you’ve licked it off… and swallowed it, Honey!”
After a moment’s indecision, he leaned forward, slowly extended his tongue and licked up the glob of spunk that was threatening to drip off my chin.
“Now swallow,” I instructed. He withdrew his tongue, and his Adam's apple bobbed a couple of times.
“Good boy,” I said and gave him a big kiss. “See, it wasn’t so bad, was it? And if you want girls to swallow your cum, you’ve got to be prepared to taste it yourself sometimes,” I said with a wink.
“Now then. See if you can do those jeans up, and I will try to sneak out…” I said, as I peeped around the curtain, “… without getting caught.”
We managed to get home from the shops without further incident, Peter proudly wearing his nice new jeans, trainers and one of his new shirts. I embarrassed him on the way home by pointing out the girls that I thought were admiring his snappy new looks. Well, that’s what aunties are supposed to do, isn’t it?
And when we got back to my apartment, I invited Peter into my bedroom.
“I hope you are pleased with your new clothes, Peter?” I asked.
“Mmm, yes I am. Thanks, Aunt Mandy,” he said. “And thanks for helping me out… erm, you know… in the changing room.”
“My pleasure, Peter." I smiled. “Now, if you really want to thank me, you can return the favour…” I said, as I reached behind me, unzipped my dress, shrugged my shoulders, and let it fall to the floor.
“Yes, I’d like to… very much,” he said, licking his lips as my stocking-clad legs, bra and panties came into view. Call me old-fashioned, but I’ve always preferred the look and feel of stockings and suspenders. And I like the way men react when they see me wearing them, too.
I turned around and said to Peter, “Can you unhook my bra, please?” As his fingers trembled and fumbled with the hooks, I could tell he wasn’t very experienced in this department.
“This is good practice for you, Peter. Men are hopeless with bras. They want what’s inside but never seem to learn how to undo them! Ahh, that’s it,” I said as the straps fell away and my full breasts were released from captivity.
I turned around to face him again. “I think you know what to do now, don’t you?”
He tenderly cupped my large breasts in his hands and lifted them, one at a time up to his lips.
First a lick. “Ooohh, yes, that’s it, Peter,” I said.
Then a kiss. “Ooh yes, that’s nice, sweetheart.”
Then a suck. “Aaahhh, yeah, baby, suck those nipples.”
Pretty soon he was suckling enthusiastically on each breast in turn, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked the whole nipple and areola into his mouth, working them with his hot wet tongue.
I was panting now and could feel that my knickers, already damp from the session in the changing cubicle, were beginning to drip juices down the insides of my thighs. So I reluctantly pulled my breast from Peter’s eager mouth and said, “Time to put that tongue to work a little further south, Peter.”
He was on his knees in a second and inhaling the sweet aroma of my soaking panties.
“You like that, do you, Honey?” I asked, as he placed his hands on the outside of my stocking-clad thighs and drew my streaming pussy towards his face.
“Oh Aunty, you smell delicious! Do you mind if I lick you?” he said.
“Be my guest! You’ve made me wet, Peter, so you’d better lick it all up, hadn’t you?”
He sat back on his heels as I shuffled forward, bent my knees, and opened my legs wide to give him maximum access. He needed no further encouragement, quickly chasing the little rivers of juice back up the inside of my thighs with his tongue. He was lapping and swallowing like a man dying of thirst.
“Do you like the taste, sweetie?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“MmmHmm!” he nodded, brushing the front of my panties with his nose.
“Oooh yeah!” I said, guiding his mouth to my panty-covered clitoris. “Just there, Peter… please darling.”
He locked his lips onto the front of my knickers and sucked my clitoris into the silky material.
“OH GOD... YESS!” I gasped. My goodness, that hit the spot. He responded by sucking and tonguing my clit through my panties, rubbing the material against my engorged little bud. That was all it took…
“AAHHH,” I shouted, as I reached down, pulled my panties to one side and thrust my spasming pussy into his open mouth, squirting my hot cum down his throat.
“Oh, God! Oh Yess. Oh fuck, Yessss!” I mumbled while he kept up a rapid licking and sucking as my hips bucked and I smothered his face with juice.
Eventually, my spasms slowed, and I slackened my grip on the back of his head. Peter gasped for air, then broke into a big wet grin. He knew he’d done a good job.
“Mmm, I can see you’re getting a taste for this kind of work, Peter,” I said with a satisfied smile.
“I love it, Aunty!”
"Well, that’s good, because you’re not quite finished yet, honey…” I said, as I peeled my sopping panties down my legs and lay back on my bed with my legs wide apart.
He didn’t need instructions. His tongue was instantly lapping at my still twitching pussy, licking and sucking like an expert.
“Oh, Mmm, Hmm, yes, that’s good, Peter,” I said. “But there’s something else I need in there now, Honey…”
His face popped up from between my thighs, eyes wide and questioning.
“You’d better slip out of those new clothes, Peter,” I said, “and come and give your Aunt Mandy a real good fucking!”
I’ve never seen a boy undress quite so quickly. The new trainers were kicked off, jeans and pants dropped, and shirt pulled over his head in about two seconds flat!
I shuffled up the bed to make room for him to kneel between my thighs. His cock was stiff as a poker and dripping pre-cum from the swollen head. No time to lose. This young man was primed and ready to fire!
I reached down and guided him to the entrance to my vagina with my right hand, while my left arm pulled his shoulders down so that his chest lay on top of my heaving bosom. I could feel his glans just probing gently between my pussy lips.
“Now, Peter,” I whispered into his ear, “push your cock straight up into me, sweetheart… OOOHHH YESSS!”
He sank his rigid penis right to the hilt in my burning pussy in one smooth stroke… and lay there, unmoving.
“Oh, that feels so good, Peter. But you need to thrust it in and out, baby… please?”
“If I move, Aunty,” he gasped, “I’m gonna cum!”
“That’s okay, Peter,” I reassured him. “You cum, baby.”
“But… won’t you get pregnant?” he asked in a strained and worried voice.
“No, sweetie! I’m on the pill, Peter. So you can cum inside your Aunt Mandy until the cows come home. We won’t be making any babies, so don’t worry, just go for it…”
He didn’t move for a second while my words sank in, then his hips started pumping like a pile driver, and he moaned, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohHHH YEEAAAHHH!”
It felt like a dam had burst inside me, with jet after jet of hot sperm spurting into my womb. That triggered my own orgasm…
“OHHH MYYY GODDD!” I screamed as his pistoning cock slammed into me, his balls slapped against my bum, and stars burst behind my closed eyelids. I writhed, he humped, and we hung on to each other in a frenzy of orgasmic ecstasy… again and again, until lunchtime. My ideal morning!
More to follow soon.
Hugs and kisses, Arabella xxxx
