Hey, Peter Parker Ch. 04

Peter reluctantly nodded, "I understand."

But still driven by an insatiable longing, Peter's inhibitions dissolved into thin air as he lunged forward with a primal intensity. His movements were driven by an overwhelming need to taste the sweetness of Carol's lips.

However, Carol, with her quick reflexes and superhuman strength, swiftly intercepted Peter's advance. With a swift flick of her hand, she deftly redirected his trajectory, causing him to stumble backward and fall to the ground in a mix of surprise and embarrassment.

As Peter dusted himself off and regained his footing, his face reddened with a mixture of shame and desire. He realized that his lack of control had led him into an embarrassing situation, a momentary lapse of reason fueled by his overpowering lust.

But little did Peter know, he wasn't the only one who had succumbed to the intoxicating atmosphere. May, overcome by her own carnal desires, seized the opportunity presented before her. Unable to resist the allure of Carol's irresistible allure, she boldly reached out and squeezed Carol's firm buttocks through the fabric of her jeans.

In response to May's sensual touch, Carol's breath hitched, her lips parting slightly as a soft moan escaped.

As May's fingertips pressed against the fabric of Carol's form-fitting jeans, she felt the firmness of Carol's well-toned buttocks beneath her touch. With each squeeze, she could feel the subtle contours and curves of Carol's rear, molding perfectly to her grasp.

The fabric of Carol's jeans added an enticing barrier, teasing May with a hint of what lay beneath.

May's fingers tightened their grip, embracing the firmness beneath the fabric of Carol's jeans.

Peter's mind raced with conflicting thoughts and desires. He couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement, confusion, and a tinge of jealousy as he watched May's bold advances towards Carol. Deep down, he knew that he wanted to be the one experiencing those intimate moments with Carol, but he also couldn't deny the arousing effect it had on him to witness the interaction between the two.

Carol interrupted May, her voice laced with authority and a hint of dominance. "You should know who's in charge," she declared, her gaze locked with May's.

With a flicker of determination in her eyes, Carol's fingers danced across the delicate fabric, tracing the edges of May's bra and panties with precision. In one fluid motion, she exerted just the right amount of force, causing the material to give way to her strength. The sound of ripping fabric filled the air, a symphony of liberation as the remnants of May's undergarments floated to the ground.

As the fabric fell away, it revealed the breathtaking sight that lay beneath. May's voluptuous breasts, held captive by the confines of her bra mere moments ago, now burst free with an unrestrained exuberance. They bounced and swayed with a delightful jiggle, their curves enticingly showcased for all to behold.

May's bare pussy was also on display. It was shaved clean and glistening with her arousal. The pink folds were plump and inviting, and the delicate nub of her clit peeked out from its hood.

May stood there fully exposed and gasped, "Carol."

As Peter's gaze lingered on May's exposed breasts, a wave of memories washed over him. They reminded him of the provocative scenes from the MILF videos he used to indulge in, where mature women with ample assets would captivate his attention. The allure of those forbidden fantasies now manifested in the form of May's own impressive assets.

Unable to resist the rising arousal within him, Peter's hand instinctively found its way to his own growing desire. He began to stroke himself, the pleasure building with each deliberate movement. However, his actions did not go unnoticed by Carol, who was quick to assert her authority.

With a stern but alluring voice, Carol reminded Peter, "No cumming, Peter." Her words carried a command that compelled him to obey, to resist the overwhelming temptation and maintain control.

Carol grabbed May's ass. May could feel the heat building up between her legs, and her nipples hardened in response.

Carol's hands moved expertly, massaging and kneading May's flesh, causing her to moan softly. May closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of Carol's touch, and leaned against her, allowing Carol to take control.

Carol yanked May towards her, squeezing the milf's naked breasts against her own in the white tank top. She leaned in and whispered in May's ear, "I am hungry, May."

Carol turned to Peter, "Peter, come here, Prepare your Aunt May for feast."

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May reclined sensually on the dining table, her naked body glistening in the soft candlelight that danced across her skin. The table was adorned with silk sheets, giving it an inviting and luxurious appearance. She was positioned with her back arched, accentuating the curves of her body, and her legs slightly parted, revealing her desire and anticipation.

The arch of her back enhanced the arch of her slender neck, giving her an elegant and alluring posture. Her shoulders rolled back, revealing the gentle slope of her collarbones, and her chest proudly pushed forward, drawing attention to her voluptuous breasts. It also accentuated the enticing curve of her waist, creating a tantalizing hourglass figure

The room seemed to hold its breath as Carol positioned herself at the head of the table, her gaze locked onto May's alluring figure.

Peter's footsteps echoed through the room as he rushed toward the dining table with a sense of eager anticipation.

As he arrived at the table, Peter's posture reflected his obedience and willingness to serve. His back was straight, his shoulders pulled back, and his chest pushed slightly forward, as if subconsciously seeking approval.

With a quick and steady hand, Peter presented Carol with the chocolate syrup bottle and the vanilla ice cream, symbols of decadence and indulgence. He placed them on the table within Carol's reach, careful not to disrupt the carefully orchestrated setting.

Carol, the mistress of this intimate gathering, responded, acknowledging the role reversal that Peter's service entailed. "Well, I am your guest, Peter. It's only fitting that you serve and please me tonight."

Peter's mind raced with conflicting emotions, his heart pounding within his chest. This dream-like scenario of touching May was becoming a reality, and he could hardly believe that.

May thought to herself that it was a bit wrong being touched by her nephew like that.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Peter carefully scooped a portion of vanilla ice cream from the tub. He chose to begin with May's breasts, placing the cool sweetness atop her soft, supple flesh. May shivered at the sensation, a gasp escaping her lips. "Carol, this is very cold," she exclaimed, her body responding to the contrasting temperatures.

The coolness of the ice cream caused May's nipples to instantly harden, becoming taut peaks that begged for attention.

Undeterred by May's reaction, Peter's hands continued their delicious exploration. Another scoop of ice cream found its way to May's vagina, causing her to writhe and moan in both surprise and pleasure. "Oh my god!" she cried out, her voice trembled with pleasure and discomfort.

The contrast of the cold ice cream against the warmth of May's body sent electrifying waves of sensation through her. Her hips instinctively moved, seeking both relief and deeper connection. Peter observed May's reactions, a mix of fascination and awe painting his features.

To further heighten the sensory experience, Peter reached for the chocolate syrup, its dark, velvety consistency teasingly pouring over the creamy vanilla ice cream. The rich aroma filled the air, adding another layer of temptation to the already intoxicating scene.

Carol ordered Peter, "Hey, Peter Parker. Stand in the corner and watch me."

Carol's commanding voice echoed through the room, Peter hesitated for a moment. He glanced at May, who was shivering with anticipation, and then reluctantly moved to stand in the corner, his gaze fixed on the unfolding scene before him.

May pleaded, "Carol, please," she pleaded, her voice quivering. "I can't take it any longer." The sensations coursing through her body, fueled by desire and the coolness of the ice cream, made her tremble with a delicious anticipation.

Carol smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. "Patience, my sweet May," she whispered seductively. "The anticipation will make it all the more satisfying."

May's breathing grew heavier as Carol's fingers delicately traced a path from her breast to her dripping core, collecting a generous scoop of ice cream along the way. The cold sweetness sent a jolt of pleasure through her, causing her body to arch in response.

With a teasing smile, Carol brought her fingers to her lips, sensually licking off the melting ice cream, savoring the taste. "Mmm, so delicious," she purred, her voice laced with a hint of wickedness.

Unable to bear the torment any longer, May pleaded, "Please, Carol, hurry."

Carol's eyes glimmered with a mix of dominance and desire. She leaned closer, her warm breath caressing May's ear. "Your wish is my command, my love," she whispered huskily.

With a deliberate slowness, Carol positioned her hand between May's trembling thighs. Her finger traced a tantalizing path, lapping up the lingering sweetness of the ice cream. May's body quivered in response, waves of pleasure coursing through her.

As Carol's finger delved deeper, exploring every sensitive fold and crevice, May's moans filled the air.

Carol withdrew her finger from May's wetness, a glistening strand of arousal connecting her finger to May's heated core. With a slow, deliberate motion, she brought her finger to her lips, savoring the taste of May's essence. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she reveled in the intimate flavor that lingered on her tongue.

Unable to resist the growing desire within her, Carol leaned forward, her mouth descending upon May's breasts. Her lips closed around a hardened nipple, her tongue swirling and flicking against the sensitive flesh. She delighted in the moans that escaped May's lips, the sounds of pleasure that filled the room.

"Oh, Carol," May gasped between moans, her voice laced with a mixture of need and delight. "Don't stop... it feels so good."

Carol's own arousal was undeniable as she continued her indulgence. The mixture of chocolate syrup and melting ice cream coated her lips and chin, a decadent mess that mirrored the sweet chaos unfolding on May's body. With each sinful lick and suckle, Carol's hunger for May's taste and touch intensified.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Carol descended lower, her mouth finding its way to May's throbbing pussy.

She delicately parted May's slick folds with her fingers. A soft gasp escaped May's lips, her body responding to the touch with a mix of anticipation and desire. The air was thick with tension as Carol's tongue darted out, teasingly tracing a path along the velvety depths of May's throbbing pussy.

May's voice quivered with a mixture of pleasure and need, "Oh, Carol... Eat me."

She continued her explorations, her tongue delving deeper, flicking and caressing with a rhythm that matched the quickening pace of May's breathing.

May's voice grew more urgent, laced with a desperate longing, "Harder... Oh, Carol, please..."

Carol responded, her voice a husky whisper against May's sensitive flesh, "You want it harder, baby? I'll give you everything you crave."

With renewed fervor, Carol intensified her oral ministrations, her tongue becoming more insistent, seeking out every hidden spot of pleasure within May's slick folds. She reveled in the taste and texture, savoring the way May's body responded to her skilled touch.

May's moans filled the room, growing louder and more uninhibited with each passing moment, "Ahhh... Mmmm... Mhhmm." She clutched at the edges of the table, her body arching in a primal response to the exquisite sensations coursing through her.

Peter stood there, he whispered to himself, "Soon... my turn will come. And when it does, I will make every moment count."

In between breathless gasps, May managed to utter, "You... You're driving me crazy, Carol... I need you."

She whispered against May's swollen flesh, her voice a breathless murmur, "Come for me, May... Let go and surrender."

And with a primal cry, May shattered into ecstasy, her body convulsing with waves of intense pleasure. Carol continued to lick her, prolonging the exquisite release, until May's trembling body began to ease, her breath returning to a steadier rhythm.

Peter asked Carol, "Will you kiss me now?"

Carol's voice held a firm conviction as she spoke to Peter, "No." she looked at May, her voice dripping with a seductive tone. "I know you're willing to see me. Let's go to your room."

Peter lowered down his head, disappointed and betrayed.

May and Carol moved in sync, their steps filled with a mix of anticipation and desire as they made their way towards May's room. May stole glances at Carol, her eyes drawn to the subtle sway of her hips.

As Peter watched May and Carol walking side by side, a sudden idea sparked within him. Without a second thought, he reached for his web-shooters, a tool that had become synonymous with his alter ego, Spider-Man. With a flick of his wrist, a thin strand of webbing shot through the air, aiming directly at Carol.

The webbing, guided by Peter's unwavering focus, sailed through the space between them with remarkable precision. It wrapped around Carol's figure, encasing her in its sticky embrace, and with a gentle yank, Peter pulled her towards him.

Carol, taken aback by the unexpected force, stumbled forward, her eyes widening with surprise. Before she could fully comprehend the situation, Peter was already in motion. He closed the distance between them with lightning speed, his movements fluid and agile.

In a breathless instant, Peter's lips found their way to Carol's, capturing her in a passionate and impulsive kiss. Carol's initial shock quickly transformed into a mixture of astonishment and curiosity. She found herself momentarily lost in the intensity of the kiss.

However, Carol's surprise was short-lived. As the passion of the moment intensified, her instincts kicked in, and her hand instinctively clenched into a fist, ready to react. But before she could deliver a retaliatory blow, Peter evaded her with a well-practiced move.

Utilizing his acrobatic abilities and web-slinging skills, Peter quickly shot a web onto the nearby wall, launching himself into the air. He skillfully maneuvered, gracefully perching himself upon Carol's shoulders, his unexpected position drawing a gasp from both May and Carol.

In the midst of the chaotic moment, a twist of fate occurred. Peter's sudden movement caused his body to shift, and inadvertently, his erect dick brushed against Carol's lips. The unexpected contact startled both of them, their eyes widening with surprise.

Carol opened her mouth to speak, "Peter, get--."

Peter, seeing the opening, pushed his dick inside, cutting off Carol's words.

As Peter's dick filled her mouth, Carol's attempts to speak were rendered futile. Her lips moved in a desperate struggle to form words, but the sensations and overwhelming presence in her mouth left her unable to articulate anything coherent. Muffled sounds and soft moans escaped her lips, the only remnants of her attempts to communicate.

Peter, sensing Carol's struggle, continued fucking her mouth even more faster. But then, Carol's eyes shined like she just got an idea.

Carol's hand tightened around Peter's sensitive balls, applying just enough pressure to send a jolt of pain through his body. He winced and instinctively jumped back, his expression contorted in discomfort.

"Ouch! Easy there," Peter exclaimed, his voice strained. He placed a protective hand over his throbbing groin, his eyes narrowing in a mixture of surprise and pain. "You really know how to make an impression, don't you?"

Peter grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling with playful defiance. "Well, looks like I managed to steal a kiss from you in an unconventional way," he quipped, his tone filled with a hint of satisfaction.

Carol's annoyance melted into amusement as she met Peter's gaze. "Oh, whatever," she replied.

Turning her attention to May, Carol's expression softened. "Shall we continue our little escapade in the privacy of your room?" she suggested, her voice carrying a hint of invitation and desire.

Peter, not one to back down from a challenge, chimed in with a playful smirk. "Don't worry, Carol. Spiderman is always up for an adventure," he declared, his voice laced with excitement and a touch of cockiness.

Carol couldn't help but laugh, a melodic sound that filled the room. "Well, Peter, let's see just how far your Spiderman skills can take you."