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."
