Fulfilling a Fantasy(Kamala Khan)

Slight discomfort shot through the body of the teenager who laid face down onto the bed. Her brown skin had a few smudges on it, a couple of scratches, but overall she was alright. And after today, Kamala Khan thought she did not deserve to be. The barely legal girl rolled out of bed and took a deep breath. It took a few seconds for her to remember where she was and why she screwed up so badly.

Kamala brushed a finger on the bandages covering her upper right arm. A white tank top fit over her upper body to show a small amount of her developed breasts. She dressed in a pair of tight shorts, an outfit which would cause her mother to have nothing short of a stroke if she saw Kamala in it. Kamala rose up to a standing position and then dropped down.

She recognized something on the table. Her laptop, and Kamala's heart started to flutter. Hopefully, no one read the documents she left on that laptop.

'Damn, just….just don't get upset,' Kamala thought to herself. 'Don't get flustered. You don't know if they read anything.'

"You're awake."

Kamala held back the very fangirl squeal when she came face to face with the one and only Spider-Man. The living legend stood in this apartment right in front of her. Now Kamala remembered.

"And you seem in pretty good health," Peter said. "And in pretty good spirits by the looks of things."

Good spirits, oh she was in more than good spirits. Kamala's lips curled into a brilliant smile. Had she thought tnot it was ill-advised thanks to her injuries, Kamala would have jumped up and down on the bed.

"Are you kidding? This is the best? I could be in some bad guy lair? But instead, I'm right here! Here! With Spider-Man! One of the most amazing heroes ever! The most spectacular hero as well! And you're pretty hot as well!"

The web slinger looked at the teenage as she bounced up and down on the bed. Her breasts in the tank top threatened to spill out. Kamala realized what she was doing and what kind of vibe she was giving off. Her hands touched the top and pulled it up over her.

"Well, maybe, you're not, because I've never seen you without your mask," Kamala said. "Not saying that you're ugly or something, because I'm pretty sure you're not that either. It's just, wow, you're Spider-Man, and you're just wow, I can't believe it."

"Hey, I'm just a normal guy like everyone else."

Kamala would have to disagree had the awe not completely set in. She gave in a visual undressing for a second before pulling away.

"I've checked out your laptop, and everything seems to be okay."

Kamala snapped back and a small amount of trepidation hit the young girl. He checked out her laptop. Kamala flushed a little bit at the thought of what he might have found on the website.

'What if he found some of my self-insert fanfiction? It starts me, with him…and some of it can get a little bit….um…not family friendly.'

The thought of some of the things she wrote even more than a few years ago caused a bit of embarrassment to come through Kamala's body. She looked up at Spider-Man for a few seconds. Whether or not he knew about the shameless smut she wrote staring herself and Spider-Man, he gave no visual indication.

'Well, at least it isn't as prolific as the ones with you and Captain Marvel,' Kamala thought.

Kamala flushed at the thought of how awkward she was writing during those days. It could be hard to translate fantasy onto written paper.

"So, you haven't seen anything…out of the ordinary?" Kamala asked him.

"Well, you're quite the writer," Spider-Man said in a casual tone of voice.

Kamala wanted to crawl into a whole. He read it, some of it at the very least, or at least got the gist of it. The teenager's throat sized up. She wanted to stammer and apologize because that was never meant for Spider-Man to see. Sure, she posted some of it on her blog, but she doubted Spider-Man scoured the internet to read fanfiction about himself

'That would be weird.'

"And you have a very vivid imagination," Spider-Man said. "And I'm very flattered at the compliment. I'm astonished though, someone would spend time to write something about me."

"Oh, you'd be surprised," Kamala said. "And thanks…thanks about that. If you're cool with it, I haven't done that since I was younger, at least in a few months, maybe about a year now that I think about it."

She tried not to be too embarrassed by tripping over her words.

"How old are you now?" Spider-Man asked her.

"Eighteen, I just turned eighteen last week," Kamala said.

"Well, happy late birthday," Spider-Man said. "So, what was your favorite one?"

One question Kamala did not expect to be asked. Then again, she did not really expect to have a conversation with Spider-Man anyway. He just seemed so larger than life, okay maybe not Captain America or Iron Man or Thor levels of larger than life.

"My favorite?" Kamala asked. "Oh, well…it's not as good as I thought it was. And I'm pretty sure if I read a lot of my past work I'd end up hating it, but there is one that I'm very fond of…and this is kind of embarrassing because I don't think it would happen in real life."

"Go on," Spider-Man said.

"Well, there's this story where I am saved by Spider-Man, and it is against the Sinister Six, the original Sinister Six, because nothing beats the classics," Kamala said. "Anyway, you saved me, and we went back…and you took my virginity and….well it was really nice. You were reluctant at first, talking about how I was too young."

"I don't remember seeing that one," Spider-Man said. "Do you think you can tell me what you proceeded to do to convince me?"

Kamala wondered if she got bonked on the head harder than previously thought. Still, after everything else that happened, it might be time to go for broke.

"Show, not tell, Spidey," Kamala said.

The teenager decided to make her move and climb to her feet. She walked up towards Spider-Man and wrapped her arms around his body. Her toned body pressed against the body of the web slinger. Spider-Man grabbed her around her waist and held her up.

"Thank you for saving me," Kamala said. "I really want to thank you for this…you must be tired swinging around every day saving silly little girls who get themselves in so much trouble."

"We really shouldn't be doing this?"

"Oh," Kamala said. "You mean this?"

Her hand cupped the web slinger's crotch and gave it a squeeze. The feeling of a bulge stretching against the material made Kamala very excited. His throbbing erection was going to tear those pants if they are not careful.

"You're much too young," Spider-Man said. "And I'm…."

"You're a healthy man, I'm a healthy woman," Kamala said. "Besides, you can't tell me you don't want some of this."

Kamala reached up and pulled her tank top to reveal her round breasts. Her brown orbs stuck out with a pair of stiff nipples. Kamala reached and grabbed Spider-Man's hands to put them on her body. They fell onto her breasts. The web slinger clutched her breasts and squeezed them.

"Fuck," Spider-Man groaned.

"Oh, you're so big. Bigger than I thought."

Writing about a big cock was one thing, actually having one clasped in her hand was another thing entirely. Kamala wrapped her hand around Peter's engorged prick. The friction coming from the palm of her hand made Peter's hard cock rise and swell.

The web slinger grunted at the feeling of the soft, young, hand, stroking him up and down. She experimented with the use of his cock. Kamala leaned down and looked at his cock. The manhood stuck up demanding to be sucked. Kamala's lips smacked together with desire flooding over her eyes.

"I have to have that."

Kamala leaned in and dropped her mouth against the erect manhood. She took him into her mouth and sucked him. Spider-Man placed his hands on the back of Kamala's head and shoved more of his manhood into the back of her throat.

Her throat expanded and released Kamala's throat. She sucked him a few times before pulling away from him.

"I have to have you," Kamala said. "Please, take me with that nice, big cock."

Kamala dragged her nail down the long cock of the web slinger. The manhood swayed back up and dropped down. Kamala wrapped her hand around the manhood and pumped him a couple more times before stepping back. Kamala put her hands on her shorts to pull them down.

"Allow me," her hero said.

Kamala bit down on her lip and nodded, allowing Spider-Man to pull her shorts down. She could not believe this was actually happening. His hands gripping her wet pussy and making Kamala breath. She might be dreaming this for all she knew. But if this was a dream, it was a damn good dream, and she was not waking up.

Spider-Man looked at the pussy of the tight teen. His fingers touched her slit. In response to the touching, Kamala's juices lingered to his fingers. The web slinger pushed her back onto the bed, causing her to gasp. He crawled over the top of her.

First, Spider-Man's able hands clutched Kamala's aching breasts. The dark-skinned girl chewed down on her lip. Those nice and able fingers kept drumming down and touching Kamala's tender and firm flesh. He knew all of the right buttons to push. Kamala breathed heavily.

'You have a nice body," Spider-Man said. "You're beautiful, and if you want me to make you a woman, I'm your man."

Kamala squeezed her thighs together to allow the drippings to roll down her thighs. Instantly, Spider-Man's throbbing cock head danced at her entrance and came an inch away from pushing inside. Kamala grabbed onto the web slinger and tried to push her hips up to meet his hard cock. Spider-Man pulled away from her and then took the plunge inside of the woman.

The wet walls of Kamala parted the second Spider-Man rammed his huge cock inside of her tight body. The feeling of discomfort faded away to a feeling of pleasure. Spider-Man thrust his hard cock inside of Kamala's tightening pussy. The web slinger grabbed onto her hips and then pushed into her body

The tightness of a tempting teenage wrapped around the intruding cock of Spider-Man. The hero pushed his rod deep inside of Kamala's slick insides. Her walls contracted and released around the intruding young man. He responded by touching her body and kissing the girl.

Kamala gasped and lips parted to allow her lovers tongue inside of her mouth. She reached up to touch every part of his body the deeper the young man plunged into her body. Those thick balls slapped against her thighs and made her feel really good.

"Are you still with me?" he asked.

The teenager nodded, her dreams becoming a reality. Or at least real enough. The web slinger's might rod pierced her insides constantly. His hands touched her body and made the girl slide her walls up. Kamala felt his hand brush against her inner thigh. Those touches only brought Kamala to a higher peak.

The web slinger rose up and drove his mighty staff into the gripping insides of his lover. Kamala touched him with her inner walls and milked her lover with everything she had. Kamala threw her head back and whimpered a little bit. Spider-Man pulled back and then plunged inside of the slick sheath a few more times. Every time made Peter rise and drop inside of Kamala's tightening loins.

"Yes, oh, yes!" Kamala moaned. "Oh!"

Kamala dragged her nails against him. She held him in close with strength. He rose up and slammed down into her. Her tight body worked his manhood inside of her. So much pleasure built through the body of the woman. He grabbed on her legs, breasts, and everything.

"Feel everything build up," Spider-Man said. "This is what you want, isn't it?"

Kamala found herself dazed. He touched the spot behind her right ear. It was written in several of her stories how she was sensitive behind her right ear. Kamala's legs wrapped around the hips of the talented lover just driving repeatedly inside. Wet flesh smacked together on a constant tempo. Her body sized up and almost came completely undone.

"Yes, it's…it's everything!" she moaned.

Up to the top of everything else, Kamala's nipples grew so stiff it was almost obscene. The web slinger's mask pulled up and his mouth wrapped around her aching nipples. He bit down on them to prompt a clenching of Kamala's loins. She pushed up off of the bed and dropped down to feel the hard cock slamming into her body repeatedly.

Kamala came as hard as possible. To the point she almost blacked out from cumming so hard. No, she needed to remain awake for this. She needed to keep her wits about herself.

Spider-Man slowed himself down to make sure the woman underneath him recovered. The sensitive attentions offered on the woman's legs made her squirm underneath the web slinger. He rose up almost off of the bed and then plunged his engorged prick inside of her tightening sheath.

Erotic enjoyment struck Kamala. Spider-Man screwed her senseless on the bed. Her drooling, dripping body would never forget this night. This encounter proved to be better than her dreams. His hand rolled underneath her leg and caused the tension to build. A throbbing clit received ample attention. Kamala rose up to feel the iron bar manipulating her pussy sawing into it.

"Spider-Man!"

Kamala moaned in his ear and nibbled on the side of his face, at least the bit uncovered by his mask. Her younger body melted underneath the intense passions of the much more mature man. Her loins twitched at the increased friction of the web slinger.

Both went on for quite some time later. Their bodies molded together, with Spider-Man bottoming out inside of her center. He hit a touchy spot and made Kamala start gushing.

She almost blacked out. Determination forced Kamala to hold on all the way to the end. The web slinger pushed his cock inside of her. His massive rod spiked inside her body. His groin tightened and was about ready to send the rush of seed from his aching loins inside her.

Both joined together in a climax with each other. Kamala jolted back up to grab onto Spider-Man's back and push him inside of her. His balls discharged their ample bounty inside Kamala's gripping womanhood. The continuously milking brought Spider-Man to the edge.

Those big balls held a lot. Kamala found herself appreciative of it. Hoping this was real, and she wasn't in some HYDRA lab high on some mind-altering drug as she imagined this. Those balls grew lighter and lighter when Spider-Man filled up Kamala with his seed.

She passed out, an aching feeling going through her pussy. Where she would wake back up, Kamala did not know.

Something told her that this was real though. Kamala had to have faith in that much. The alternative would be disappointing and frustrating.

End.