(***R18 Warning!!***)
Her umbrella was only so useful when they were web-swinging through the city. Felix was fast and trained, rain stinging him everywhere. She could tell he hated it and accelerated as a result. Kamala held on tighter than she needed to, and maybe that was because of the rain, maybe because of her father, maybe because of the way Felix's body felt solid and warm against hers. His hand pressed flat between her shoulder blades. His other hand fired web after web, each one snapping taut with a jolt that traveled through both their bodies.
"You okay?" he called over the wind.
"Yeah!" she shouted back, and she meant it. She was more okay than she'd been all day. "You?"
"Have been better," he murmured. Now that made her chuckle.
The window opened without a fight. Felix landed on the sill with a soft thump, pushed the glass up, and eased them both inside. The apartment was dark and close, and it smelled like old wood and clean laundry. He snapped his fingers, and a lamp flicked on.
It was small. One main room with a bed pushed against the far wall, a tiny kitchenette, a bathroom door slightly ajar. The walls were exposed brick, the furniture plain but comfortable. Kamala stood dripping on the floor, suddenly aware of how cold she was.
"Shower's yours first," Felix said. "There are robes in the bathroom."
"Oh! Thanks!"
Wait, she was showering. Why?
Somehow though, she was in the shower. She took her time in the shower too. The hot water cut through the chill and the city grime, and she watched the rain wash off her in gray rivulets. Then she did her best. Washed her hair, scrubbed her skin, stood under the spray until her fingers pruned. When she got out, she found a soft white robe hanging on the back of the door and wrapped herself in it.
Now the brown girl sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, hair damp and heavy down her back. The robe gaped a little at the chest. She pulled it shut, then let it fall open again, then pulled it shut, then gave up entirely. She could hear the shower running again. "G-guess he's using it…isn't his weakness water though? Hm, maybe only massive amounts of water actually do anything to him…"
She'd have to ask him later. In the meantime, she imagined him in the shower and flushed. She recalled his nude form in that decontamination chamber. The pale, heavy swing of his cock. The way he'd said her name. "Kamala." The way her entire body had felt like it was made of static.
The bathroom door opened.
Felix stepped out in a robe, the same one as hers. The effect was drastically different. In fact, seeing him in that white robe, for a second she forgot how to breathe. The robe was white, too short for him, and it hung open at the chest, showing a V of smooth muscle. His hair was wet, slicked back, darker than before. His eyes found her immediately.
However, her eyes escaped him and targeted below the hem of that robe. The virgin brown girl gulped. His cock was slipping out. This was officially her second time seeing a penis in real life.
Everything that was Kamala knew this was wrong, that according to the tenets of Islam, she was supposed to not see a man's private parts until marriage. Kamala, however, kept looking.
Just the head at first, then a pale, heavy length of it, bobbing with each step. His penis was just built that size, distractingly huge. It swung against his thigh, thick and white and veined, the head pink and blunt and glossy in the lamplight ambience of his apartment.
Kamala's mouth went dry.
"You okay?" Felix asked, toweling his hair.
"I-I-I'm f-fine," Kamala stammered. Her eyes were glued to his crotch. "Y-you're, um. You're hanging out. Of your robe, I mean. It's—it's sticking out."
Felix glanced down, then back at her. "Ah, sorry, it does that," he said, exactly like he was talking about a leaky faucet.
Kamala made a sound that was almost a laugh, almost a whimper. Her thighs pressed together under the robe. Her hands were shaking. Somewhere in the back of her mind, her father's voice was still ringing.
A husband…
Her phone was off, but she could feel it in her sash like a hot stone.
'Fuck you, Baba,' she thought. 'Fuck you and your engineer.'
Kamala Khan stood up for herself.
Felix stopped toweling his hair. He watched her cross the room, and she saw something shift in his face, something curious and dark. She walked right up to him, so close she could smell the soap on his skin and the heat coming off his chest. Then, without letting herself think, she reached down and grabbed his cock.
It was warm. Heavier than she expected, and she'd been expecting heavy. Her fingers barely met around the shaft. The skin was silky, stretched tight over all that thick, hard meat, and she felt it twitch in her grip, swelling with blood. She looked up at him, breathing hard.
"Kamala…?"
The confident brown woman rose on her toes and kissed him.
The kiss started tentative, then deepened fast. His mouth was hot and firm, and he kissed her back with a lazy confidence that made her knees buckle. She kept stroking him, slow at first, then faster, her fingers gliding up and down that impossible length. He was getting harder in her hand, thicker, and she realized with a shock that she couldn't even touch her fingertips around the base anymore.
"Mmph," Kamala moaned into his mouth, and her tongue found his. Sloppy. She wanted it sloppy. She wanted to be a mess for him.
Her thumb smeared the bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip. She spread it down the shaft, working him in long, twisting pulls, and Felix made a low sound that went straight to her cunt. She felt herself getting wet under the robe, felt her own slick starting to slide down her inner thighs.
"Y-you're good at this," Felix admitted.
"I watch a lot of porn and write a lot of fanfiction. And I…I want you," Kamala whispered against his lips. "I want you to have sex with me."
"Are you sure?" Felix asked, and the way he asked it made her tremble. Like he could stop. Like she might not be.
"I'm sure," Kamala said. "I'm so sure."
He didn't need to hear it twice. His hands came down on her shoulders, and he pushed her back toward the bed. She went willingly, falling onto the mattress with a bounce, her robe coming open beneath her. Felix loomed over her for a moment, then untied his own robe and let it drop.
She'd seen it before, but seeing it hard was something else entirely.
His cock stood out from his body, thick and white and devastating. It had to be eleven inches at least, maybe more, with a slight upward curve and a bulbous pink glans. The veins were like ropes under the pale skin. His balls were indecently large, hanging loose and heavy. It was terrifying and beautiful, and Kamala wanted it inside her more than she'd ever wanted anything.
"Hehe, oh my god, t-that's going to split me in half." She smiled. She laughed. She was nervous as hell.
"You'll take it," Felix said, kneeling on the bed. His hands found her knees and pushed them apart. "I know you can."
Kamala let her legs fall open. The robe slid from her shoulders, and she shrugged it off, two quick movements that left her bare and burning under the lamplight. Her breasts rose and fell, full and brown. Between her legs, her mound was smooth and bare.
She reached down and parted herself with two fingers, showing him how wet she was. The folds were puffy and dark pink, and her clit was swollen, peeking out from its hood. "Please," she said, letting her voice go high and desperate. "P-please fuck me. Put that big fat white cock inside me."
She knew exactly what to say to please a man, didn't she? Felix smiled and then he was on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, the heat of his cock resting against her stomach. It reached her navel. Reached her navel. She moaned just at the feel of it against her skin.
"Spread your legs wider," he said.
She did. He settled between them, the wide crown of his cock notching against her opening. The contact made her whole body jump. He was so hot. So thick. Her pussy was already fluttering, already open and wanting, but the fact of him there, pushing, made her gasp.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yes. Yes, yes, do it, put it in."
He did, the head popped inside, and Kamala cried out. Her back arched clean off the bed, and her cunt stretched in a way it never had, tight and hot and almost too much. "Oh my good~! Nhhg, n-nothing like my fingers!" But her body was built for this. Stretchy and elastic, her walls gave around him and he kept pushing, an inch at a time.
"Fuuuuuck~! Oh fuck, oh fuck, it's SO big…!"
"You're taking it," Felix said, his voice tight with restraint. "Good girl."
"Astaghfirullah…" Kamala's eyes squeezed shut, then flew open again. "Nnngh, oh gooood… oh Alllaaaah…"
Every inch was harrowing. Every inch made her squirm and moan and shriek into the dark. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, her hips lifted to meet him, and her pussy fluttered and clenched around all that thick white cock. When he was finally all the way in, she felt him pressing against the deepest part of her, and her vision went white.
"Oh my god," she sobbed. "You're in my stomach. I can feel you in my stomach."
Felix snorted and pulled out halfway. She gasped.
"O-oh! Feliiix!!"
Then he thrust all the way in.
Her eyes rolled back. She almost orgasmed.
Except that was just the first thrust. From here on, he started to fuck her hard.
The first thrust knocked a scream out of her. "Feliiiix~!!"
The second crunched her spine against the mattress. "Oh Allaaahh~!!"
The third made her see stars. Her tits bounced and smacked together, nipples pointing at the ceiling. Felix leaned over her, one hand braced on the bed, one hand finding her stomach. He pressed down, and she could feel him in there.
"I can feel my cock in your womb," he said, casual as anything. "You're so tight. So wet."
Huffing and puffing, she thought she could respond. "Hhnnn…Feliix…c-cock…oh god, so deeep…"
The fifth thrust, and Kamala actually orgasmed.
Her pussy clamped down hard on his cock, her thighs shaking, her eyes rolling back. It was her first orgasm with a man, and it hit her like a truck. She clawed at the sheets, sobbed into her own hair, and Felix didn't stop. He fucked her through it, steady and deep, his hips slamming against hers.
"That's one," he said.
"Ohmygodohmygod, you're fucking meeee~!"
"Yep!"
One became two.
"This is sex, this is sex! OH MY GOD, THIS IS SEEXX~!!"
Then three. Kamala Khan suddenly understood why her father wanted her married. If marriage required this, then…then…
"CUMMIIIING~!!"
Kamala lost count of her orgasms already. She was suddenly a mirror of her mother a morning ago: hands clutching the headboard, gasping and moaning and cumming. That brown hair too and that brown skin, all of it a mirror.
However, there was a difference. A brown boy wasn't fucking her. A husband wasn't satisfying his wife.
A random white stud was claiming her cunt and fucking it.
The white stud slowed on intentionally. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"
"Haaha, hngggh, y-y-yes…! Yes, oh yes…"
"I'm honoured. I'll make this worth it."
Indeed, this was vastly different from the sex her mother had with her father, for it was ten times as intense. Ten times as loud.
The big white cock fucked her with a calm, merciless rhythm, switching angles so he hit new parts of her with every stroke. This was experience. This was not clumsy libido. Her legs ended up on his shoulders, spread wide with her ankles in his fists.
"Unh! UNHHH! I FEEL LIKE I'M DREAAAMIIING! I LOVE THIS! I LOVE SEEEX!!"
He smirked. "College girls."
"LOVE IT, LOVE IT, I LOVE ITTT!!" Kamala exclaimed. "I DO!!"
Her pussy made wet, obscene sounds as he plunged into her. She was shrieking, keening, her voice cracked and hoarse. She came again and again, her orgasms blurring into one long, impossible seizure of pleasure.
Then her cunt clamped down and nearly stopped him. Felix grunted.
"Fuck," he said, stilling for a moment, his cock pulsing inside her. "You almost made me cum."
"A-ah, w-w-wait…" Kamala, trembling, shook her head. "D-don't cum in me. I can't. Please, don't cum in me."
"Got it."
"P-lease. I mean it."
"Really, I get it." He pulled out almost all the way, then buried himself again in one slick stroke. "See…I'll try to change your mind."
Oh my god.
This man was a fucking male succubus. A white demon meant to take her innocent, pure Pakistani cunt.
And he was succeeding.
"Oh god, oh Allah, oh ALLAH! I LOVE THIS COCK! I DOOO~!!"
"Then want me to cum inside~?"
"NOOO! WAIT, WAIT, DOON'T!"
He fucked and fucked her until she was a shrieking mess. Kamala writhed under him, trapped and helpless, and every nerve was on fire. He drove her through orgasm after orgasm, each one crashing into the next.
"Why is that?" he asked, thrusting without missing a beat. "Why, Kamala? You're so beautiful…! So tight…!"
"B-because I'm NOT MARRIED! I NEED TO BE MARRIED! CUMMING, BABIES, HNGGGH, IT'S ALL—IT'S ALL TOO MUCH!!"
"But…that only applies to brown guys, no? Your husband and all that? I'm not that. I'm just some white dude fucking your brains out."
Stupid logic, right? So what? He was fucking her so good that Kamala couldn't even do logic. The brown girl gasped. She mewled. "No fair, no faiiiir! I can't thiiink!"
Kamala Khan was cumming ten times over, then eleven, then twelve, and still he didn't stop. Her cunt fluttered and gushed, and the sheets were soaked beneath them.
"Ah, gonna cum. Hm, I guess I haven't convinced you yet."
Felix pulled out, and she felt the sudden emptiness like a loss. He knelt over her, stroking his slick cock once, twice, and then he came.
It was absurd. Rope after rope of thick white cum, spraying across her stomach, her tits, her ribs. It seemed to go on forever, volley after volley, until she was coated in it. Kamala watched through half-lidded eyes, too exhausted to move, and thought dizzily that she'd never seen so much cum in her life.
"Phew. That was a solid first round."
"Nghghh…Feliix…"
"Right, took your virginity. Not too bad, is it?"
Felix got up. She heard water running.
Meanwhile, Kamala was twitching, gasping, and limp as a ragdoll.
A few seconds later, he came back with a glass of water and set it on the nightstand.
"Drink," he said.
Kamala managed a weak smile. "Thanks."
He stood there, naked and unbothered, his cock still half-hard and glistening. She let her eyes trail over him. This white stud. This white cock. It was perfect. He was perfect. Her cunt hummed with the memory of it, with the force of what had just happened.
"You good?" Felix asked.
"More than good," Kamala said, her voice hoarse. "That was…oh my god."
"Amazing?"
"Y-yeah, I never thought…it's like…I wasn't meant to feel this…"
"Dick from a white boy?"
He smirked, and it was so annoying and so hot she wanted to hit him and kiss him at the same time. However, deep down…she agreed. Kamala Khan was perhaps aware that some normal good Muslim husband could give her this. Never, ever.
***
Five minutes later, Kamala found herself on her knees.
"It's just so big…"
"I know."
"I-I don't get, how…" Kamala gulped. "Seriously, are all white guys like this?"
"Maybe," he teased.
Felix stood, legs slightly spread and his cock pointing forward like an arrow. It was hard and hovering over the innocent, pondering Kamala Khan. She gulped. She was right underneath the hulking white pipe, hands resting lightly on his thighs, just…staring at it. Up close, it was even more absurd. A foot of pale, veined cock, thick as her wrist, balls hanging heavy beneath.
Those doe brown eyes flicked and analyzed. Biologically, her brown girl genes felt like they were never supposed to see this penis. It was too good and divine. But here it was.
"You want to worship it?" Felix asked, and there was a certain gentleness in his voice that made the words filthier somehow.
"Yes…!"
Kamala jerked back, practically climbing up his cock to the tip. "Mm…" She gave a tender kiss and slipped the head into her mouth.
His penis was salty on her tongue, and she had to open wide, wider than she ever had. Her lips stretched around him. Being a strategy woman, her jaw didn't hurt. This was easy. Heh, in fact, this whole deepthroat thing was her whole mojo!
She casually took inch after inch of cock. Felix grunted. "N-not bad…"
This was her sajda. Her prostration. She pulled back and used her lips and tongue to worship this white cockhead. After that, casually, she took him deep.
She was really, surprisingly good at it. She took him in deep, breathing through her nose, and worked her way down until he bumped the back of her throat. Then she pulled back and did it again. And again. She pumped the base with both hands, twisting, but that was just extra.
This deepthroating was her mojo. She took eighty percent of his cock without much issue.
"Fuck, Kamala," Felix said, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head. "Your mouth is incredible….!"
His hips jerked a little and she took that as encouragement. Kamala went deeper, until her throat opened around the glans and her chin touched his balls. Woah.
'I impress myself,' Kamala thought.
Big white cock—successfully deepthroated!
With a smile, she bobbed her head, sloppy and filthy. Up and down, inches upon inches, stretchy jaw and throat downing the hog.
"Oh fuck…Kamala, I'm getting close…!"
Confidence lit her up. She took him balls-deep joyously and then returned to the tip to give a kiss. "Mwah!" After that, like magic, she caused his BWC to disappear into her throat. Felix grunted and his hips shuddered.
Throb, throb, throb! It was coming!
Kamala pulled back and opened her mouth, tongue out, and he painted her face with cum, rope after rope, until she was blind with it. It dripped from her lashes, her nose, her lips, her chin, in thick strands. It was a godly amount, enough to make her feel like she'd been baptized.
"A second load," Kamala gasped, wiping her eyes, "and you're still so thick…!"
Felix panted and then grinned down at her. "How about a third?"
Before she could answer, he pushed her back onto the carpet, and in one motion he straddled her ribs. His cock was still hard, still wet, and he fed it between her tits. She gasped and squeezed them together around him, and he started to thrust.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!"
"F-Felix…"
"You know that your fucking suit makes your tits look big? God, I wanted to do this since I moment I saw you."
Kamala blushed and let him do as he pleased. The thick, pale shaft disappeared into the valley of her breasts, and the whole glans poked up past her collarbone, nudging at her chin, then her lips. She opened her mouth and let him fuck up into it. The angle was awkward and perfect and sloppy, and she loved it.
So much cum on her face, on her tits, everywhere. She breathed it in, licked it off her lips, swallowed what she could. He fucked her tits hard, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the small room, and soon…
"Cumming!"
He was cumming again. The first rope hit her forehead, the next across her lips, then her tits, her stomach, painting her in yet more white.
When he was done, he pulled out and stroked himself off, milking the last spurts onto her chest and belly. Then he sat back, breathing hard, looking down at her with something like awe.
Kamala lay there, painted in his cum, her chest heaving. She was smiling. She was thrilled.
"I want more," she said. "More cum. More sex."
Felix raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
Her phone buzzed. Somewhere in the pile of her discarded costume. Her father. She ignored it.
"Yeah," Kamala said. "I want you to fuck me all night."
His big white cock throbbed and wiggled out a huge droplet of cum onto her stomach. She giggled. Her father's call went to voicemail. She didn't care.
Kamala had fallen in love with this white man and his beautiful cock. The night was young, and they were just getting started.
***
"YOU'RE RUINING ME! YOU ARE, YOU AREEE! FELIIIX~!!"
Felix Faeth was Spider-Man. He was a superhuman white dude that had sex with nearly every woman he saw. A virgin like Kamala stood no chance when his big dick started jackhammering into her.
"Ohgod, ohAllah, ohme, ohmygoood~!!"
Right on top of her, nearly kissing her, he jackhammered into her formerly virgin pussy.
Kamala's mouth flew open and strangled, airless shrieks followed as that fat head pistoned in and out, in and out, in and out! A stretchy woman was getting her pussy stretched by this BWC. She could feel every vein, every thick inch, every pulse of his heartbeat in the shaft as he sank in without stopping. Her back arched, her tits heaving, her hands fisting the sheets.
Gasping, she found her voice: "OH FUCK, FELIX, FELIX, it's s-so deep, your cock is so fucking deep inside me, oh my god, oh my GOD—!"
He didn't answer with words. He pulled back until just the tip was inside her, then slammed back in so hard the headboard cracked against the wall. The window glass rattled in its frame. Kamala screamed.
"There it is," Felix grunted, and did it again. And again. And again.
"CUMMIIING~!!"
By the time he bottomed out, Kamala Khan was babbling.
The bed hammered against the wall in a fast, brutal rhythm. The whole room seemed to shake. The lamp on the nightstand jittered closer to the edge. The glass rattled with every pounding thrust, and Kamala's shrieks climbed higher. She didn't care who heard. She wanted them to hear. She wanted the whole city to know Felix Faeth was fucking her into the mattress.
"YES, YES, YES, OH FUCK, FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARDER—!"
Her voice cracked, then dissolved into a sob. She was cumming already, her cunt clamping down on his cock like a fist, her thighs jerking around his hips. Felix didn't stop. He fucked her through it, his hips slapping her ass, his balls smacking lewdly with every deep stroke. The sound of it was filthy beyond belief. Skin on skin. Wet pussy squelching. The bang of the bed against the wall.
And under it all, a distant, furious pounding from the other side of the wall. That must have been the neighbors. Kamala heard a muffled voice through the brick, and it only made her hotter.
Normal Kamala would have stopped. Normal, wifed up Kamala with her husband would have told her husband to stop for the day and to continue later.
Felix wasn't her husband.
"Let them listen," Felix said, reading her mind. He shifted his angle, hitching one of her legs up onto his shoulder, and the next thrust hit something that made her vision spark. "Let them hear you taking this cock."
That leg up…
Holy fuck, Kamala wailed. "Cummiiing~!" Her hands flew up, clawing at his back, her nails raking the smooth muscle. She was babbling now, half in Urdu, half in English, all of it nonsense. "P-pleasepleaseplease—I'm gonna CUM agaiiin! FELIX, I'M GONNA—!"
He pressed his thumb to her clit, grinding tight circles into the swollen bud, and that was it. The world snapped white. Her whole body seized, her pussy gushing around his cock, and she screamed so loud the window shook.
"CUMMIIING! I'M CUMMIIING! OHHH FUCK, I'M CUMMIIING—!"
He fucked her straight through it, his hips slamming faster now, ravenous and lewd, his balls slapping wetly against her. The bed gave a violent shudder, and she dimly heard something crash off the nightstand. The lamp maybe. She didn't care. She was gone, her pleasure system locked in one long, rolling climax that bled into the next.
"That's it," he growled. "Cum on my cock, Kamala. Squirt for me."
Kamala sobbed and obeyed, her cunt gushing around the thick pale shaft as another orgasm ripped through her. The sheets were soaked. Her thighs dripped. Felix finally pulled out, his cock glistening with her slick, and she felt the sudden, tomb-like emptiness like a death. But he wasn't done. She knew that now. He was never done.
He scooped her up before she could catch her breath.
Kamala gasped as his hands hooked under her thighs and lifted her clean off the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist on instinct. After that, she hauled herself in, her arms locking around his neck, and she panted. There was a small break.
"Haah…hhgnhh…" Kamala looked down between them. His cock was there, huge and veined and shiny with her cum, pressed flat against her stomach. It reached past her navel.
"You want to be carried?" Felix asked, his voice a hot scrape against her ear. "You want me to fuck you standing up?"
"Yes, yes, yes, do it," Kamala replied, breathing hard. "Fuck me standing. Fuck me until I can't think."
He let her slide down until the fat head notched at her opening, and then he bucked up into her in one savage thrust. Kamala shrieked, her head flying back against the window. Her forehead touched it lightly and he started thrusting. The glass shivered. She swung her head down and saw her tits bounce and bounce.
"So fucking tight," he grunted, his hips already pumping upward in short, brutal thrusts. "Your cunt is milking my cock like it belongs there….!"
"It does belong there," she moaned, her voice jolting with every bounce. "Your cock owns my pussy, Felix, it owns me, it's ALL yours—!"
He drove into her harder, his hands gripping the fat of her ass, spreading her cheeks as he fucked up into her. The wet smack of his hips against her thighs filled the room. His balls smacked against her with each upward stroke, slapping lewdly. She could hear it. She could feel it.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"Oh, oh, ohhh! Feliiix! Oh I JUST LOVE YOUR COCK AND BAAALLS!! T-T-THEY'RE EXACTLY HOW I ENVISIONED THEEEM!!"
"Oh-ho? Envisioned?"
"I wrote about you! Stories! Fanfic! Hnngggh, and I KNEW YOU'D BE HUUUNG~!!"
Her tits were bouncing now in earnest, her D-cup breasts jiggling wildly with each thrust, slapping together. Felix ducked his head down and caught one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue lashing the sensitive brown thing. Kamala panted, eyes rolling, and he released it with a wet pop only to suck the other one.
All the while thrusting.
All the while making her melt.
"Yes, yes, yesss! You make feel so good!!" she babbled. "Cum anywhere, just don't stop fucking me—!"
He sped up, battering her against the wall, and the window glass rattled so hard she thought it might crack. Her voice broke into animal whines with every breath. She could feel him swelling inside her, thicker and harder, the head of his cock bludgeoning that deepest, softest place that made her see stars.
"You want my cum?" he asked, though it sounded more like a taunt.
"YES—NO—YES—I mean, not inside, don't cum in me, Felix, please—!"
He made a sound that was half growl, half laugh, and pulled out so fast she almost fell. Kamala blinked, dazed, and then jerked when she heard and saw the first rope of cum fly up and past her. It hit the ceiling.
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
"Guess we're wasting 'em!"
One hand stroking his slick cock, grinding right there near her ass. She dropped her eyes over down her shoulder, watching his fist blur up and down that impossible length in these long, lewd pulls. From this angle, his big white dong looked even longer, even paler, the head dark pink and swollen, glazed with her arousal.
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
Kamala stared. She couldn't help it. It was the kind of thing that rewired something in a girl's brain. Creamy white ropes kept going, each one splattering against the plaster in wet, heavy lines. It was a staggering amount, clearly too much for one man, and he kept going, groaning as he milked himself onto the ceiling, long strands of it connecting and dripping back down.
"Y-yeah…s-so much cum…wasted."
That was what she was thinking. All that thick, rich seed, slapped across the ceiling when it could have been inside her, coating her cunt, filling her belly. It was a crime. It was a sin. Kamala watched a glob of it detach and fall in a long, glistening thread, landing on the floor near her foot.
Felix exhaled, looking up at the mess with a grim satisfaction. Then his eyes found hers. "Don't worry," he said, already hard again. "There's more."
Her pussy throbbed at the promise.
…
…
…
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"CUMMIIING~!!"
Kamala had let him bend her over the foot of the bed, her chest pressing into the mattress, her knees spreading wide. She arched her back as much as she could, offering her ass up to him, and felt the sticky tattoo of his grip as he grabbed it with both hands. Her butt was plush, heavy, and his fingers sank into it like dough, kneading, spreading, slapping it once, hard. The crack echoed through the room, and Kamala yelped.
"You have, hmmm, the third fattest ass I've ever seen," Felix said, landing another stinging smack across her left cheek. "I want to fuck it so bad. But later, I suppose."
"Y-yeah! O-one day," Kamala moaned. "But right now, p-please, just FUCK the shit out of my pussy!"
He slammed into her from behind in one long thrust. Kamala screamed into the sheets. The angle was different this time, deeper, meaner. He filled her all the way to the hilt, and her pussy rippled around him in desperate, eager waves.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE WHITE COCCCK~!!"
"Good girl." Felix smirked and smacked her ass. The left booty cheek wobbled.
These weren't like the others. These were backshots. Pure, nasty, staccato backshots, one after another, fast and vicious, the sound of his hips clapping against her ass like gunfire. The hung white stud was so deep she could feel him in her throat, so thick her cunt had to stretch around him on every stroke. His balls slapped forward with each thrust, smacking into her clit, and the combination was too much. Her eyes crossed.
"Good girl," Mr. Big White Cock growled, slamming into her. "Take those backshots, Kamala. Take every fucking inch of this white cock."
What was Kamala Khan's ass? Literally the softest, most jello ass he had ever fucked. Moreso than Rio's, because this woman, you see, was a stretchy woman. Everything about her was nice and soft. Her ass wasn't fatter than Rio's, but it was certainly softer and more malleable.
As his hips went flat, as his balls met her booty, her ass rippled and gave in like quicksand. As though absorbing the impact.
He loved it.
"I can fuck as hard I want with you!"
She sobbed, clawing at the sheets. "YES, FELIX, YES, give them to me, give me those backshots, oh fuck, oh FUCK—!"
Her ass wobbled with every pummeling impact, each cheek jiggling and bouncing against his hips. Felix grabbed it with both hands, pulling her cheeks apart so he could watch his cock disappear into her wet, brown pussy. Then he gathered a palmful of spittle and let it fall between them, making her even slicker. The next few thrusts were obscene with it, the sound so wet and loud it drowned out the neighbors hammering.
"Look at this pretty Muslim pussy taking my cock," he bit out. "You love it, don't you? You love acting all shy and modest, and now you're bent over for a white man, begging for backshots."
Kamala's whole face burned, but her cunt clenched hard at the words. "I loooove it," she whined, babbling through the tears. "I love your cock, I love your body, I love being your good little Muslim slut—!"
He groaned, slamming deeper. "That's right. This is what you were made for, Kamala. This pussy was made for me to fuck. Not some dentist, not some nice Muslim boy. Me."
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Kamala Khan shrieked. Ms. Marvel shrieked. That ass was supernatural and it was getting dicked down by a supernatural white dick.
"ONLY YOU~!! ONLY YOUR COCK, FELIX, NO ONE ELSE'S—!"
He bent over her, his chest pressing along her spine, and began to hammer into her from above, one hand wrapping around her throat and lifting her head just enough that their faces were close. They kissed. "Mmm…!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
While his hips continued to pound, each thrust more vicious than the last, and she could feel his cock swelling again, could feel the way her own greedy cunt was pulsing and sucking at him like a mouth.
"I want to cum inside you," he rasped against her ear. "I want to fill this tight little pussy up. I want to watch my cum leak out of you."
"I-I…I…"
She remembered her father. She remembered her religion. She remembered how she was raised.
"I WANT IT TOOOO~!!"
Kamala forgot all of it as her eyes rolled back and she came and kissed him. Ripping the kiss away, Felix smirked and said, "Say it again."
"CUM INSHIIIDE!" She gasped for air as he KEPT fucking her cunt. "M-my pussy wants it SO bad! It's, hnggh, BEGGING for it. I can feel it squeezing you, trying to pull it out. So pleeease~! Please, please, please cum inside me, Felix, PLEASE—!"
For a moment, she really thought he might. His pace stuttered, his grip went brutal, and she felt the first hot pulse at the root of his cock. But then he wrenched himself out of her with a guttural curse. He shoved her shoulders down, one hand pumping his shaft, and Kamala turned her head just in time to see the first thick rope of cum hit her back. It lashed across her shoulder blades, hot as wax, and then another, and another, until her back and her ass and the backs of her thighs were painted in thick, white streams.
She collapsed forward, spent and trembling, his cum drooling off her skin. The floor tilted, or maybe that was just her head. Felix stood over her, breathing hard, one hand still on his cock, the other braced on the bed.
"Why…whyyy…" Kamala whispered hoarsely, after a long, shaking moment.
"You told me not to cum inside you," he taunted. "Remember?"
She swallowed. Her cunt ached, empty and furious, clenching around nothing. The want inside her was so sharp it hurt. "I know," she said. "I know I did. But…"
She pushed herself up on trembling arms, then turned and dropped back onto the bed, her hair wild, her body streaked with cum and sweat. She looked at him through half-lidded eyes.
"Pleeease…give it to me."
Felix's smirk widened. "Continue."
"Y-you know what that is?" she asked, and it came out breathy and desperate. "You do, don't you?"
"I know what it is. You want me to breed you."
"Yes." Her voice cracked. "Yes, that's what I want. I want to be folded up. I want you as deep as you can go. I want you to fuck me pregnant—no, I know, I can't—but I want you to cum inside me. Just this once. I have to feel it. I need to feel it, Felix. Please."
He was on her before she finished the sentence.
Felix pushed her legs up and back, her knees pressing toward her chest, until her ankles hung over his shoulders and her pussy opened beneath him, vulnerable and dripping. He loomed over her, holding her thighs in place, and the position was even more obscene than she'd imagined. She was folded in half, practically folded into herself, her slick cunt aimed up at him like a target. Her chin nearly touched her knees.
That smile on Felix…it was obvious this was what he wanted. This was the conclusion. The prime ending.
"Yes…ngggh, now fuck me. Mating press. Ruin me. Breed me….!"
He notched the head at her entrance, and drove inside with one overwhelming, full-body thrust. Kamala's mouth opened on a scream, but no sound came out. It was too much. Her body bowed, her pussy stretching, and she felt him deeper than ever before, so far in she thought she could taste him in the back of her throat. The headboard exploded against the wall—no, that was just the bed.
PLAP!
His hips met her ass, loud and violent.
PLAP!
Another. Her tits bounced against her own chest, smacking and jiggling in the tiny space between them.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"I'M CUMMIIIING~!!"
Right, but this wasn't about her. This was about his cock. This was about making him cum now.
He pounded into her like a madman with no goal other than to mate, the sound of skin on skin so loud and lewd it echoed like thunder. The window shook. The lamp, already on the floor, rattled. The neighbors pounded on the door now, but neither of them heard it anymore.
"Oh god, oh Felix, oh Alllahhh! Forgiiive me!! FORGIVVEEE! ME!!"
Kamala lost herself entirely. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth wet with saliva, and she wailed, a high, thin, broken sound that never quite ended. She was cumming constantly now, every nerve lit, every muscled clamped around him. Her cunt gushed. The sheets were drenched. Her body was no longer her own.
"I'M CUMMING," she screamed. "I'M CUMMING AGAIN, FELIX, I'M CUMMING ON YOUR COCK—!"
"Cum on it," he grunted, not breaking rhythm. "Cum on this white cock. Milk it. Milk me dry."
"YES, YES, FILL ME, BREED ME, MAKE ME YOURS—!"
That was when she did that thing at the start: she tightened up to the point that even Spider-Man couldn't move. She crushed his huge with a pussy-hug that pleasured his dick and forced him to groan.
"Kamala…! Oh fuck…!"
Felix could no longer stop it. This was like an extracting. Her cunt was stretching and enveloping him like a supercomputer! Fuck, fuck! He slammed down the hilt and stopped for one breathless second. His cock throbbed deep inside her. "Fuck, cumming! I'm cumming!" With a deep, animal groan, he crushed his mouth to hers and began to cum.
Kamala felt it. She felt the first hot, thick pulse surge through his shaft and splash against her deepest wall. Her own cunt seized in answer, her toes curling. He pulsed again, and again, each rope of cum flooding her, filling her. Nothing was spared by the white man's seed. He kept his mouth on hers, swallowing her sobs, and she could feel his balls contracting against her ass, heavy and tight, pumping everything he had into her.
"Take it," he whispered against her lips, his hips jerking in shallow, desperate thrusts. "Take every drop, Kamala."
Kamala nodded, babbling, her nails raking his shoulders. "Yes, yes, yes, fill me, oh god, oh Allah, Felix, it's so much—I can feel it—!"
He kissed her again, deep and wet, and kept cumming. There was so much of it. More than what he gave to her face and tits, and more than what he gave hte ceiling. It went on and on, hot and thick, until she could feel his seed begin to drip out around the edges of his cock and her own pussy. Only then did he slow, the final weak pulses eking out inside her. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers.
They stayed like that, folded together, his cock still buried in her overflowing cunt. Kamala could feel the cum squelching between them, could feel it smeared all over her thighs and his lower belly. She had never been filled like this. She would never be the same.
"Inshiide…I-I actually…it's inshiiide..."
"Yeah. You asked me to." Felix shifted, and a thick gush of cum slid out of her, pooling on the sheets. "Feel better?"
Kamala laughed weakly, then moaned as her pussy fluttered around him. "Yes." A pause. "Though maybe…I ask you all the time now."
Felix smiled, that annoying, devastating smile. "I was hoping you'd say that."
He held her there, still folded, and slowly began to move again, soft and deep, his cum-slick cock gliding through the mess he'd left. The bed creaked. The window rattled.
Her father called again. She didn't care. Kamala kissed the real love of her life. The man she wanted to fuck and breed with for the rest of her life.