It was the moment Peter had been waiting so long for. May, the subject of so many of his fantasies, was lying on their dinner table with her legs spread in front of him. All that was stopping Peter from plunging his hard, exposed cock into her pussy were her pajama shorts and her panties, which Peter already knew were soaked. Neither said anything as Peter pulled her pajama shorts off and tossed them onto the floor next to the table.

Peter marveled at the sight of May's panties. They were light pink, just like her pajama pants — and slightly translucent from dampness. Without even thinking, Peter brought his hand down and ran his fingers across May's panty-covered slit. He heard her inhale sharply when he did. He saw her legs shake just a little.

Peter felt his body take over. He began to move on autopilot. He leaned down and pressed his face against May's panties. He heard her moan, but he didn't even look up toward her face. He inhaled — letting the scent of May's wet pussy flood his senses. It was overpowering. Peter kissed her underwear and then moved his mouth up until it was just above her slit. Using his teeth, he pulled May's panties to the side.

"Oh my god," he heard May whisper.

He chanced a glance up at her. She was staring down at him with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. She was also, Peter noticed, absentmindedly rubbing her own tit over her shirt.

Peter smiled. A part of him wanted to bring his mouth back down on May's pussy and feast on her juices. He wanted to eat her out until she was gripping his head and screaming his name. But his cock was so hard it was starting to hurt. Making May cum with his mouth would have to wait. He'd waited long enough to know what it felt like to have a woman's cunt wrapped around his cock.

He was done waiting.

Still smiling, he rose back to his feet whilst placing soft kisses along May's inner right thigh. His kisses rose as he did until his hand was gripping May's right ankle right next to his shoulder. Peter looked down at May and suddenly, for the first time in all the years he'd spent with her, he felt like hewas the one in control. The one with the power.

It turned him on.

So he leaned down and kissed May on the lips again — catching her off guard. She didn't seem to notice the taste of her own pussy on his, but the thought of giving May a taste of herself excited Peter. He didn't linger on their kiss, though. Instead, he pulled back just enough to see her face. Once they were were looking into each other's eyes, Peter pushed his hips forward. He paused when he felt the tip of his cock meet the slick outer folds of May's pussy.

May's eyes searched his. Clearly confused. Clearly horny. Desperate to find some shred of sense or reason to hold onto. "Peter…" she whispered.

"May," Peter said.

He pushed his hips forward in one long, slow motion. As he did, he felt what could only be described as complete and utter bliss. "Oh, gooooodddddddd…." May groaned. "Fuuuck."

May's pussy walls stretched apart and sucked Peter's cock into their tight embrace. Peter couldn't help but gasp at the sensation. It was like the most sensitive part of his body was suddenly wrapped in wet, warm velvet. Even better, Peter could feel May's pussy contracting around his cock — massaging and milking him. Trying to make him cum. It was heaven.

It was home.

Once all eight of Peter's inches were buried inside of May's pussy, he gave himself a chance to just rest and savor the moment. After years of waiting and dreaming about it, he'd finally lost his virginity. And it was better than he could have ever imagined because he didn't just lose it to anyone. He lost it to his sweet, caring, unbelievably sexy May.

As he rested inside of her, he looked down at May's face. She was beet red and her eyes were shut, but Peter felt her reach up and cup the sides of his face with her hands. It was hot and it was intimate and Peter couldn't think to do anything other than plant another kiss on her lips. When he did, May's lips pushed his apart and he felt her tongue invade his mouth. He was happy to respond in kind, sucking on May's tongue and pushing his own into her mouth.

As they made out, Peter could feel a new sensation rising within him. It was coming from — yes — his dick, but also his heart. It was a feeling that Peter hadn't expected: a primal urge to fuck. He wanted to cum more than he ever had before and he also never wanted to cum again. He wanted to pound his cock in and out of May's pussy as long and as hard as he could. He felt a hunger to fuck her, to ruin her, and he knew it was a hunger that would never be sated.

If he wasn't so horny, it might have scared Peter. But all it did was turn him on more. He couldn't believe this had taken so long. But now that this moment had finally come, Peter didn't intend to ever go without sex again.

He pulled his mouth away from May's. She let out a small whine when he did and, for the first time since he'd entered her, opened her eyes. She looked up at him. That same desperation from before was still there, but there was also something else. A hunger that, while tamer than his, Peter recognized deep down as similar to his own.

"Tell me," he ordered her.

May gulped.

Then she said the words Peter had been waiting years for her to say to him: "Fuck me."

Peter didn't need to be told twice. He wrapped his hands around the back of May's neck, keeping her gaze on his, and pulled his chest away from hers as he slowly moved his hips back at the same time. When the head of his dick was just on the verge of leaving his aunt's pussy, Peter smoothly pumped himself all the way back in. "Fuuuck," May groaned, throwing her head back.

Peter grunted and kept going, trying his best to keep up a steady momentum as he began to slowly piston in and out of May's pussy. The feeling was sensational. Peter was concentrating hard on not cumming, but he could feel his control over his own orgasm slipping as this new, animalistic side of him began to take over.

Below him, May began to wiggle and moan. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," May whispered, her eyes instinctually returning to Peter's every time they pulled away or closed from pleasure.

Peter wanted to hear her moan more. "Say my name, May," he said as he kept pumping her love canal. "Who's fucking you?"

He saw May bite her lip. She was hesitating — concerned that if she acknowledged what was happening that would make it real. But it was for that exact reason that Peter wanted to hear her do it. So, when he noticed her reluctance, he pulled nearly all the way out of her and then slammed back into her pussy harder than he ever had before. "SAY IT," he commanded.

"YOU are," May groaned, her own pleasure making her acquiesce to Peter's demand. "You're fucking me… Peter…. Peter… Peter… my... my..."

She began to moan his name in time with his pumps, and it was getting to be too much for Peter. Every nerve on his cock felt like it was short-circuiting. He felt pleasure coursing through his whole body on a level he'd never experienced before. He was panting louder. Fucking harder. Holding onto the back of May's neck tighter. His thrusts were getting less rhythmic and more animalistic. He was close.

"I'm gonna cum, May," he said. "I'm gonna fill you up."

"No... you shouldn't," she gasped with half-open eyes. "Cum on my stomach. Pull out. You shouldn't cum in me."

Peter ignored her. He lowered her back down onto the table and pressed his chest lightly against hers — pinning her to the table's surface. "I've thought about this for so long, and I want to feel what it's like to fill you with my cum."

He began to grind his dick inside of her pussy, rubbing his pelvis against the top of her pussy and her clit. He could feel May wriggling her hips underneath him. The contact was bringing her close to the edge, too.

"Don't you want you know what that feels like, May?" Peter asked as he kissed her neck. Her hands were roaming along his back. "Don't you want to know what it's like to feel your Peter paint the insides of your pussy with his cum?"

"No… no… I—I shouldn't," May said, keeping up her charade of protest even as her legs locked themselves around Peter's waist. "I shouldn't..."

"Yes, you should," Peter whispered into her ear. "It's what you deserve. You deserve to feel how much I want you, May. I've wanted you for so long." He pounded extra hard into her once more and reached around to the back of her head at the same time and gently pulled her hair.

The combination of Peter's words and his rough movements seemed to break through whatever barrier had been holding May back. She let out a moan so loud that it shocked Peter. "Oh, goooooooooodddd," she cried. A moment later, Peter felt her pussy tighten around his cock — pulling his cum out of him. He couldn't have held it in any longer if he'd tried.

He felt his cock harden and spasm and then the first batch of his cum rocket out of the tip of his cock and right into May's contracting cunt. The pleasure was so overwhelming Peter thought he might pass out for a moment. But he stayed conscious and felt himself continue to shoot load after load into May's pussy. He'd never cum so much in his life. He wondered whether or not May's hole would even be able to hold all of it.

Beneath him, May continued to wiggle and squirm. Her nails dug themselves into Peter's shoulders, but the pain didn't even register with him. All that mattered in that moment was that he was cumming inside of a woman for the first time, and that it was May, his aunt, who was receiving his load. He was more than happy to keep riding out his orgasm until he literally couldn't cum anymore.

"Oh my god…" May moaned. "Fuuuck meeee."

Her eyes fluttered open. Both her and Peter's orgasms seemed to subside at the same time. They looked into each other's eyes, and the small smile that spread across May's face would have been enough to make Peter erect again, but his dick hadn't lost an ounce of its hardness anyway.

He leaned down and planted a small kiss on May's lips. With their faces just an inch apart, Peter whispered, "How was that?"

"Amazing," May whispered back.

"How long had it been since someone fucked you?" Peter asked.

"Not since… Ben," May murmured, as if embarrassed.

"Really?"

"Yes, and even before he'd died, it'd been a… long time since we'd been intimate with each other."

Peter shook his head. "No woman like you should ever go so long without sex, and you never will again." As he said it, he flexed his still-hard dick in May's pussy. He saw her eyes go wide.

"You're still….?" She asked, as much to herself as to him.

"Uh-huh," Peter nodded. "I'm not done yet. Not even close."

Peter saw May's eyes light up as he smiled. Then, without waiting, he put his hands at the edges of May's shirt collar and ripped her shirt as easily as if it was a sheet of paper. May gasped in surprise and Peter felt her pussy tighten again as her tits spilled out into open view. They were C-cups, and while they weren't as perky as they probably were when May was younger, they hadn't at all lost their perfect shape.

Peter leaned down and immediately took one of May's light brown nipples into his mouth. He sucked lightly on it, just barely grazing his teeth along its hard tip. He heard May breathe in sharply and felt her back arch. Around his dick, her pussy tightened again, and May's hands began to roam through Peter's unkempt hair. "Oh, you're such a good boy," May purred.

Peter moaned in agreement and began to gently pump his cock in May's cunt in small movements again. As he moved from one of May's tits to another, he figured he could spend all day feasting on them. But there was something else Peter wanted to do. Something else he'd fantasized about doing for years.

He reluctantly pulled himself away from May's tits and stepped backward until his cock had unsheathed itself from her pussy. A small stream of his cum began to dribble out of May's pink, freshly fucked cunt when he did, and Peter could see May's juices glistening on his cock. May looked up at him quizzically, but before she could ask any questions, he pulled her halfway off the table and flipped her over.

In a flash, she was bent over their dinner table with her ass sticking out toward Peter. He didn't wait. He stepped forward and pushed May's legs apart again with his own as he stuck his cock back into its rightful place. May turned her head to look at him as he did, and Peter got the perfect view of her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he pushed himself fully inside of her again.

This time, Peter wasn't interested in taking his time or being gentle. He wanted to ravage May, just like all the times he'd imagined doing it. So he put his hands on her love handles, took a long look at her shapely, toned ass, and then pulled back before swiftly spearing himself into her again. She moaned, and Peter noticed that she was getting louder.

"You know how long I've thought about doing this, May?" he asked. "Taking you right here in this kitchen on this very table?"

"You… uhnn… have?" May asked in between grunts.

"I have. For so many years, May. It's taken so much self-control not to just bend you over and fuck you like I am now. But I don't have to imagine doing it anymore, do I?"

"NO… you… DON'T," May said — her voice spiking every time Peter pumped into her. Behind her, Peter marveled at the sight of May's juicy ass rippling each time his hips pounded against its cheeks. He could feel his balls swinging up and slapping against May's clit with each thrust.

"That's right. I don't. I'm fucking you, and I'm going to keep fucking you, because I wasn't lying when I said this is what you deserve, May. It is. You deserve my hard, 18-year-old, superhero cock, and I deserve you."

May groaned again, but that wasn't enough for Peter. He reached forward and cupped one of May's tits from behind — forcing her to lean back halfway to meet his chest. "Don't I?" He asked as he roughly pounded into her again.

"YES! YES! YOU DO!" May screamed.

He could feel her juices running down his legs. She was close again, and so was he. But he wanted to give her two-for-one this time, so he reached down and flicked her clit. May's kneels buckled when he did and her chest collapsed onto their dinner table as she came again.

He didn't stop fucking her,. He kept going as May screamed and moaned his name. "Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Peter! PETER!"

"That's right, May. Cum on my dick. Soak it. Is this the biggest cock you've ever had?"

"YES!"

"Bigger than Uncle Ben's?"

Peter didn't know where that question had come from, but he was suddenly very interested in hearing May's answer.

"That's— That's not appropri—oh my gooodddd," she groaned as Peter kept relentlessly pumping into her.

"Is it? Tell me, May."

"YES! YES! YOU'RE BIGGER THAN BEN! THE BIGGEST I'VE EVER HAD!"

"And you want more of it don't you?" Peter asked as he felt his own orgasm approaching again.

"YES! YES! I DO!"

"Good, because more is… exactly… what you're… going…. to get," Peter promised. He shot his hips forward again and, this time, spanked May's left ass cheek for good measure. It was only a second or two after he did that Peter felt May start to cum again.

Feeling her pussy contract around his cock, Peter couldn't hold it in anymore. He pulled his dick out, ripped the tattered remains of May's white shirt from her back and let his third load of the morning spew all across her exposed skin. Some of his cum shot so far up that it landed in the ends of May's brown hair, but Peter didn't care.

He was too entranced by the streaks of white that landed and overlapped on her back. Peter figured it was up there with May's breasts bouncing as he fucked her and the sight of her down on her knees with his cock in her mouth as one of the best things he'd ever seen.

"Peter…. Peter…," May mumbled, half-conscious on the dinner table. "What did we…... hmmmm…."

He wondered whether or not she'd try to talk him out of fucking her again. He wouldn't hear it if she did. In fact, as Peter looked down at May's cum-covered back, he felt something new rising in him. A new urge.

He realized that he didn't just want to keep fucking May. He wanted to rule her. To dominate her. To make her addicted to him and his cock.

He wanted to make her unquestionably his.

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