Hey, Peter Parker Ch. 05

Carol, dressed in a white full-sleeved tank top and jeans, led the naked May into the room, closing the door behind them.

Peter stood there, his erect penis hanging.

Inside the room: Carol gently placed May onto the bed, marveling at how light she felt in her arms.

As Aunt May fell onto the bed, her body responded to the impact by sending ripples of motion through her form. The movement wasn't limited to her limbs; it encompassed her feminine curves, too. Her breasts, unrestrained and free, exhibited their natural buoyancy as they danced in response to the sudden change in momentum.

Carol reached into a drawer, her fingers brushing against the cool surface of the white and black strapon nestled within. With a fluid grace, she positioned herself strategically, her back facing the drawer. Her nimble fingers deftly fastened the straps around her hips, adjusting the fit until it felt snug and secure.

Remarkably, she didn't bother removing her jeans which tightly hugged her hips and thighs.

May lay there, a picture of submission, her body ready to yield to whatever demands Carol might make.

Carol inquired, "Are you ready for an adventure, May?"

Without a hint of warning, Carol's finger intruded May's wet pussy, a sensation that was both jarring and unexpected. May gasped, feeling a mixture of discomfort and surprise, "Carol."

In a swift succession, one finger was joined by another, and then yet another, each finding its place within May's depths.

With three fingers inside her, May's body reacted with a combination of squirms and pleasure-induced convulsions. It was as if her body couldn't decide whether to push the sensation away or embrace it fully. She uttered with a mixture of ecstasy and protest, "Carol, please, not the fourth one."

The once-constricted space had now transformed into a more cavernous passage, one that could easily have accommodated not just one, but possibly two dicks side by side. May's impassioned cries filled the air, "Carol, I can't take it. It hurts."

Carol smiled and said, "Hmmm. I'll try to be gentle."

However, gentle was not the path Carol chose.

Slowly, her probing hand began to form a tight, determined fist, the fingers curling inward in a deliberate motion. As her hand took on its new shape, she positioned it at the entrance of May's quivering pussy, the tight ring of muscles offering initial resistance.

She applied gentle pressure, her hand gradually inching its way past the resisting opening. The sensation was a blend of tightness and stretch.

May's reactions were swift and intense. A chorus of cries and gasps erupted from her lips, her body responding to the intrusion with a visceral urgency. Her hips instinctively bucked, a reflexive attempt to accommodate the foreign presence that was gradually filling her. The arching of her body was accompanied by the tightening of her nipples, which became taut and sensitive to the touch. "Ow! Ahhhh! Carol, take... take it out. Nowwwww!"

Undeterred by the challenge, Carol's persistence held firm. With her fist acting as leverage, she skillfully manipulated her position, using her hand as a secure anchor within May's moist and inviting core.

As Carol lifted May off the surface, their physical connection became even more profound. May's body responded to the change in position, her limbs instinctively wrapping around Carol for support and stability.

Suspended in the air, May felt almost weightless to Carol, her legs left dangling.

Gradually, Carol began to lower May, her hand descending along with her until finally, Carol's fist was extracted. Swiftly, Carol positioned her strapon, angling it upward as May's drenched pussy enveloped it entirely.

With May now impaled upon the strapon, Carol stood before her, like a dominatrix. May's thighs gripped the sides of Carol's waist.

Carol's voice cut through the charged air, demanding, "Tell me, who are you?"

May's response was immediate, her voice carrying a mixture of breathlessness and anticipation, "May Parker."

Carol's hand lashed out, delivering a firm slap to May's exposed thighs, the impact sending ripples through her swollen ass.

Again, Carol's demand resounded, "Who are you?"

May's voice wavered, the sensation mingling with a rush of arousal as she answered, "Ah! Peter's Aunt."

The sound of another slap echoed in the room, eliciting a sharp cry from May's lips, "Ahhhhh!"

As May leaned forward, her intention to kiss Carol clear, Carol intercepted her advance by placing a finger between their lips. The question remained unspoken in Carol's eyes, "Who are you?"

May's voice quivered with a blend of trepidation and submission, "A Milf."

Carol's inquiry continued, seeking to extract a specific response from May, "And what does a Milf do?"

The fear of another slap lingered in May's mind, pushing her to answer with careful precision, "She gets fucked."

Carol whispered, "Right."

Carol's confirmation was a mere whisper, "Right."

Carol's arms flexed with each lift, exerting just the right amount of force to elevate May's body off the surface.

As Carol lowered her back down, May's drenched pussy eagerly reclaimed the strapon.

The pattern continued, with each descent extracting a breathy "Aah!" from May's lips, the pleasure mingling with the ache of submission.

The limited freedom of movement made May's breasts brush against Carol's top. With each lift and descent, May's breasts experienced a gentle yet restrained jiggle.

With each thrust, the pace escalated rapidly, creating a whirlwind of motion that seemed almost otherworldly.

The strapon, which had initially entered May's eager pussy with calculated precision, now took on a new speed and vigor. The force of Carol's thrusts became multiplied, the strapon delving deeper and faster into May's wet warmth

The forceful penetration ignited a fire within her, causing her to arch her back and gasp with each impact.

May cried, "Fuck meeeeeeee. I am a Millllllllf. Fuckkkkkkk this Milf. Fuck. No. Yeah."

The intensity of Carol's rapid movements set May's breasts and ass into a wild, uncontrolled dance.

The unrestrained bounce of her breasts meant that they moved in every direction possible -- up, down, sideways.

Each time the strapon delved into her eager pussy, the force reverberated through her body, causing her ass to tremble and shake. "Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ahhhhhhh... This Milf is cumming."

Her climax surged through her body, while suspended in the air, the pleasure radiating from her core. "You're so rough."

Carol's grin was filled with satisfaction, a testament to her prowess. "Once more?"

May nodded, no.

With a gentle motion, Carol lifted May, freeing her pussy from the strapon's grasp.

The delicate folds of May's labia, once untouched and pristine, now bore the marks of their fervent union. The outer lips, usually smooth and soft, were now slightly swollen and flushed. The inner lips, hidden beneath, were exposed and glistening with the traces of their shared desire, their delicate texture now more pronounced.

In the midst of this intimate landscape, May's clit stood as a symbol of her arousal, a small yet potent pearl of pleasure nestled within the folds of her womanhood.

The passage, once tightly clenched, was now slightly open, like she had been gang-banged.

May's legs trembled, rendering her unable to stand independently. Despite her weakness, a curiosity to unveil Carol's concealed form lingered within her.

In a feeble voice, May expressed her wish, "I want to taste your milk. It'll give me strength."

Carol's response was unwavering, "Not now."

May's countenance fell in disappointment. "But why? I want to lick you, suck you, fuck you."

Carol's reply carried a hint of promise, "In due time. But for now, let's lighten the mood."

With deliberate grace, Carol removed her white tank top, revealing a super-thin red and blue bra.

The scanty bra's coverage was minimal. It offered a teasing glimpse of Carol's upper breasts, their fullness spilling over the bra's edges. The emblem of Captain Marvel rested amidst the delicate curve where her breasts met.

The lower portion of her breasts remained tantalizingly bare, the bra's design leaving them exposed to the viewer's gaze. The soft curvature of her lower breasts, their gentle slope and the shadowy hollows beneath.

She proceeded to slide down her jeans, unveiling a matching red and blue panty also adorned with the emblem. The panty was comprised mostly of thin straps, with a circular piece of fabric covering her youthful vagina.

May's face lit up with delight, "Your suit!"

Carol proudly revealed, "I reserve it for special occasions."

A sudden knock echoed at the door.

A familiar voice called out, "May, are you in there?"

Recognizing the voice, May's panic intensified. "It's Happy. If he sees me like this with you..."

Carol reassured her, "You go and answer. Just get dressed quickly."

With a forceful knock, Happy's urgent voice sounded, "May, hurry up. I'm having a heart attack."

May's anxiety heightened, "What should I do?"

Carol advised, "Just go nude. Tell him you were fingering yourself while thinking of him."

May understood the plan and nodded in agreement.

Opening the door, May stood before Happy, her sweaty breasts and ravaged pussy exposed.

However, Happy appeared perfectly fine, leaving May bewildered. "You seem okay."

Happy explained, "Come closer, touch my chest. It doesn't feel right."

May rushed towards Happy, her hips, and breasts trembling with tension. With every swift step, her thighs moved with a dynamic grace, each muscle tensing and flexing as they propelled her forward.

As her hand made contact with Happy's chest, she felt it pass through, revealing that it was nothing more than a hologram.

The realization struck her with force -- she had fallen for the deception. Scanning the room, her gaze locked onto Naked Peter, triumphantly holding his webshooters in a corner. "Gotcha," he seemed to silently declare.

May's voice rang out urgently, "Carol!"

Peter rushed into the room where Carol stood.

Carol's eyes settled on Peter, his nude form catching her attention, particularly his well-defined abs for a fleeting moment. With authority in her tone, she demanded, "Where is the Milf?"

Peter responded defensively, "My aunt is not a milf."

Carol laughed, "I would fuck her so hard today that she won't be able to stand up."

A confident smirk graced Peter's lips, "We'll see." Swiftly, he shot a web towards her from his web shooters.