Boredom visited the life of Kamala Khan and threatened to bring her to a level of frustration never seen before. Determined to do something about it, Kamala decided to head to the apartment of her mentor, Carol Danvers, or Captain Marvel as the world better knew her, in an attempt to see if she was needed something. She did not care if it was saving cats from trees at this point, but she wanted to do something.
Kamala decided to take the balcony entrance to the apartment, having a nice flight there. She opened the door and heard a moan which sounded like Carol. What if Carol was being attacked? What if Kamala had a chance to save Captain Marvel? She might be a full time Avenger as opposed to a reserve. The thought of that made Kamala giddy and she pushed open the windows and prepared to enter the apartment.
Any heroic lines had been sucked out of Kamala, when her eyes gazed upon Carol rising and falling on the bed. Her large breasts bounced in a pattern which enticed and almost blinded Kamala with lust. She popped her lips apart, almost sucking in the saliva that was coming from her mouth. She happened across Carol in a very private moment.
Her throat suddenly did not work, and Kamala swallowed, she should just turn, fly, and potentially bury herself alive in shame. Or at least pretend that this did not happen. She could not tear her eyes off of Carol's alluring body, built for sex and for battle. Kamala found the heat center around her loins, even more so than her cheeks which burned like an inferno.
Kamala closed her eyes, and then opened them, squinting slightly. She threw all cauction to the wind, and watched as Carol dropped down on her partner in the reverse cowgirl position. Her lip was bitten down, obvious to the fact that Kamala was there. If Carol turned her head about a fraction of a inch to the side, she would be looking Kamala straight in the eye.
That fact more than anything screamed to Kamala that she could be go.
"Closer."
Kamala thought that voice sounded familiar and she had been so fixated on Carol and what she was doing, that she did not notice the male companion in the room. And yet, Carol was riding his well endowed manhood with such lust, that Kamala watched in eye.
How did that fit? How did that fit inside of her? Kamala rubbed herself subconciously through the front of her uniform and tried not to scream in pleasure. She was certain that Carol's own screams would mask that, but at the same time, she did not want to risk it.
Then, Carol's partner pulled her back by the arms and rocked her body. Kamala ran a hand underneath her shirt and found her sensitive nipples to play with. She thought that this would get her in less trouble than shoving a hand down her pants and rubbing one out, but she was wrong. The taboo nature of what she was seeing hit all of Kamala's buttons.
"Cum with me, web head!"
Kamala's eyes widened, Spider-Man, Captain Marvel was fucking Spider-Man! Oh, granted there were rumors that the two of them were involved, but hearing rumors and seeing action, that was too different things. She marveled at what she could see of Spider-Man's body, and wondered, with reddening cheeks, if he could use that webbing for anything.
Regardless, Carol cranked his manhood and the blast of seed inside of her was immense. It was like a volcano erupting and it bubbled inside of Carol. Kamala's mouth grew dry again, hearing the moans and groans of two Avengers that she admired. If Captain Marvel was her favorite Avenger, than Spider-Man was close to the top, both in terms of heroics and the sticky bedsheets department.
"Fuck!" Carol moaned.
Kamala let out a yelp and she made her way to the door before either could notice them. She would just finish the job back home and no one would be the wiser.
"Hello, Kamala."
Kamala felt Carol up against her body when she tried and backed up to the door. She could not understand how fast Carol got there, after she came alongside Spider-Man.
"Um, I think I lost a contact here somewhere," Kamala murmured.
"Honey, you have perfect vision," Carol said.
"Well, maybe I thought they looked cool," Kamala lamely protested
"Or, maybe, you were getting off to watching two people have sex and liked what you saw."
Carol's arms wrapped around Kamala and she squirmed, unable to free herself. Not that she wanted to free herself, but it was the principle of the matter. She looked forward, trying not to look at Spider-Man's junk. He was wearing just the mask, pulled up to reveal his jaw, his strong kissable job, and the web shooters.
"Hey, webs," Kamala said.
"Ms. Marvel," Spider-Man said. "I have to give you some credit...you didn't set off my spider sense."
"Well, you don't normally go off at just anything, do you?" Kamala asked.
Kamala stopped and realized that the words "go off" might have put certain thoughts in her head.
"It's rude being a voyeur, you know."
She started to apologize, but Spider-Man just smiled at her. He locked eyes at Carol, who had slipped her hands down a little bit lower. Not low enough to be obscene, but low enough to make Kamala want to pass out from the thought of what her mentor could do.
"You should apologize to Spider-Man," Carol said.
"Right, sorry," Kamala said.
"Not with words, with your mouth," Carol said.
Confusion reigned through Kamala and she realized what her mentor meant instantly. Here, Kamala sputtered like a dysfunctional car engine, as she eyed his big and beautiful cock. She had not seen one that big outside of the Internet, and that was because Tony Stark's private pictures were leaked all over the Internet. To be fair, she would put Spider-Man higher than Iron Man, because...why was Kamala trying to think about this?"
"Go ahead, Kamala, give him a kiss."
Kamala leaned in and gave Spider-Man the type of kiss that she would give her grandmother.
"Not what I meant," Carol said. "Maybe, I should show you."
Carol turned Kamala around, her massive tits almost smacking Kamala in the face. That caused Kamala to almost want to crawl in a hole and die, but she stood firm and tall. And Carol sunk her mouth down onto Kamala's, kissing the ever living daylights out of the woman. A loud sucking sound echoed, with Carol making sure to shove her tongue into Kamala's mouth.
This made Spider-Man hard, something that Kamala felt when Carol lowered her onto his lap. The two broke apart and Kamala's swollen lips glistened brightly. She could only say one thing.
"Wow."
"Do that," Carol said.
She was a good mentor, educating hre charge. Kamala kissed Spider-Man and this time, it was closer to what Carol did to her, then what she would do with her grandmother.
The kiss deepened and now both Spider-Man and Captain Marvel were feeling up her young body. Kamala did not expect her first time to be with two of the greatest heroes in the entire world, in her own biased opinion. Even she wouldn't write a self-insert fanfaction this shameless.
Spider-Man pulled away from her and Kamala took a deep breath.
"I believe you still owe me that apology."
Kamala nervously eyed him. Carol just gave her a reassuring smile and took Spidey's engorged prick into her mouth, showing her how it was done. Kamala had a sense that Carol could likely throat him just that much easier, but she wanted to show Kamala how to do it.
"Remember to breath through your nose," Carol advised her.
The intimidating piece of meat before her sent Kamala's emotions into overdrive. She lightly stroked him and then worked into into her mouth. His musk made Kamala dizzy with desire. He tasted so good, and Kamala realized that Carol's juices stained his penis, which made her hotter than ever before. Kamala put a hand on Peter's balls, stroking it lightly.
"She's a pretty good learner, wouldn't you say?" Peter asked.
"She's been taught by the best."
Carol pulled down Kamala's uniform bottom, and rubbed her pussy. Her brown skin glistened with wet juices, the further that she stroked her. She wanted more than to plunge into Kamala's nice tight virgin pussy, but she was saving it for Peter. Besides, there was more fun to be had.
"You want Spider-Man to fuck you, don't you?"
Kamala let out a moan which vibrated around the groin of one of her heroes. His big bloated balls nestled against her chin, giving her a pretty solid idea of what was to come and oh, it was as hot as hell to feel this. She cupped his balls, and made sure that Spider-Man thrust as deep into her as humanly possible.
"That's enough apology," Carol said.
"This is your first time," Spider-Man said.
"Yeah," Kamala said.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," Spider-Man said, flipping Kamala on the bed.
His sexy muscular body pressed against his. The tone of his skin contrasted very alluring to her. Spider-Man kissed Kamala's skin, it staining with arousal. He cupped her perky breasts, having removed her top. They were pretty large for her age, but obviously small compared to Carol's. Then again, perhaps if Kamala wanted to stack up to some of the more gifted Avengers, like Carol, Jen, Wanda, Natasha, and the like, she would be losing out all of the time.
Spider-Man ground his hands down onto her and then his manhood pushed through her body. This handsome man was about ready to take her cherry, and Kamala just closed her eyes. She did not have any barrier, thanks to her powers, but still, she was tight and untouched, unless you counted her own fingers. And Kamala honestly did not, especially given they did not pale to Spider-Man's amazing penis.
Spider-Man kissed Kamala gently, and ran his hands down her legs, while spreading it. Ms. Marvel could only have one thought screaming in her head.
'Spider-Man is putting his cock inside me!' Kamala mentally cheered.
That was the ultimate thought, which made Kamala just almost break underneath him. She wrapped her legs ever so tightly around him, his rising balls slapping her firmly on the thighs. Kamala moaned when he went deeper inside of her.
"You're in me!" Kamala cried.
"I know," Spider-Man said with his usual good natured smile. "How does it feel?"
"Really, really, good!" Kamala yelled.
The web slinger pushed up and down in Kamala, making her breasts bounce up and down. He explored her body and she did his as well.
Carol just smiled, her lover screwing her protege's brains out, it was so hot right about now. Carol traced a pattern down through her nipples, hovering against the air. She shoved a finger deep inside of her pussy, and then watched, matching Peter's thrusts.
Kamala rested her legs against Spider-Man's hips. The web slinger knew precisely all of the right spots and she knew she lost her virginity to the right person. Her hips pumped up and met his meaty pole, grabbing onto him.
"OOOH!" Kamala screamed in his ear. "That's so good."
Her hands brushed against his muscular back, amazed at how firm he was. Spider-Man's strong body was making hers turn to jelly underneath him. It was true, Kamala Khan was as hot as hell and extremely horny. The numerous times he slammed into her, made her just stretch for him. Her powers allowed Kamala to adapt, taking him in as deep as possible as the two pressed into her.
"I feel you touching my womb!" Kamala screamed.
"Here," Carol said while sticking a patch on Kamala's neck.
"What is...that?"
"Birth control patches, lasts up to twelve hours," Carol said. "My brilliant boyfriend invented them, and they are more reliable than the pill."
Kamala grew even wetter, and yes, this was good. But, why was her body that much more sensitive and receptive to his touch, then it was before getting the patch? Those thoughts dominated Kamala's mind. Right when she looked up and noticed Carol hovering over her head.
She drooled at the thought of her wet pussy. Carol leaned down and smiled.
"The trade off for birth control is heightened arousal," Carol said.
She dripped all over Kamala's face and to be honest, she would take it. Especially given this felt so good, and Spider-Man slammed his balls down onto her, with intense shoves inside of her body. Kamala tightened around his backside, moaning in increased lust the deeper that he buried inside of her.
"I can tell she had a particular vigorous reaction to the patch," Peter said. "Maybe it's stronger when you don't have the necessary control."
He slowed down, but that did not stop Kamala from firing off at least one orgasm a minute. Even Peter's breath down upon her body caused her intense sexual release. She thought for sure she was going to get a nosebleed from how thought she was.
"It's good for you, Kamala."
Carol's juicy thighs droved down upon Kamala's face and gave her a sample of more of Captain Marvel and Spider-Man, combined together in one taste. Kamala just went with it, sucking in the aroma of Carol and using her tongue to demand to be fed more.
Spider-Man just enjoyed this moment, reaching in to grab ahold of Carol's lovely ass when slamming into Kamala on the bed. Kamala worshipped her mentor and it threatened to make Spider-Man achieve an early release inside of her.
"Oooh, good girl!" Carol moaned. "She's such a good student….I could have not mentored anyone better!"
"I can see that," Spider-Man grunted.
He was getting closer to losing his load in this lovely young heroine. Kamala tightened around him and made sure to torture his entire rod with the warmth around her. Not to mention the added simulation of Carol's ass bouncing when she rode Kamala's face, that was a sight that Spider-Man needed to see.
At least Kamala did not pass out just yet, normally Spider-Man intended for that to happen after the sexy. He drove deep inside of her body, lifting Kamala's legs up so he could kiss him. He had a soft spot for the girl, being so beautiful, and yet so innocent. Such a great body, and at the same time, extremely adorkable, that was a good quality.
"I'm going to cum, Kamala," Spider-Man said.
Kamala said something muffled, buried inside of Carol's folds and unable to properly articulate what needed to be said. Carol peered over her shoulder and smiled.
"She's ready for it," Carol said. "And I'm ready for it too….I can't wait to eat your cum out of her sweet, sweet, pussy."
Peter slammed deep inside of her body, stretching Kamala out to her limits. The throbbing feeling in his loins threatened to unleash his seed into her. He plunged into Kamala, taking her deeper and faster until he could not take any more.
The web slinger exploded inside of the wet pussy of the marvelous young heroine. She tightened around him, letting a passionate moan, clamping down onto him very hard. Spider-Man repeatedly thrust down inside of her body, his big bloated balls threatening to drown her pussy in his seed. Kamala pressed down onto him, one final moan before she shuddered and collapsed underneath Spider-Man.
He finished inside of her and made her a happy girl. It was a dream come true, and Kamala really hoped this is not the point where she woke up, having to do some emergency laundry for about the third time this week.
She eyed Carol hovering over her. Damn, Carol's gorgeous body just threatened to burn hers up. Kamala gazed into her mentor's lovely eyes, the taboo nature of this bisexual threesome really heating up her body. Carol kissed her neck and then moved down to caress Kamala's stiff nipples, making her as horny as hell.
Every smooch down her body made Kamala just sing with desire. The patch was making her already more sensitive and she knew precisely what Carol was going to down. She was going to go down on Kamala, and made her just break out into fits of enhanced lust.
Peter waited to insert himself into this situation, in more ways than one. He watched when Carol rewarded her charge for some good work and Kamala's highly aroused and sexual body thrashing underneath Carol. Every inch of her dripped in sex and want and Peter throbbed at the thought of spending some more time with barely legal heroine.
"Looks like you're ready for more," Peter said.
Carol spread her legs in invitation. Peter pressed his hands against her backside and taunted her firm flesh, rubbing it up and down. He spread her open and stuck his thick cock against her body, almost ready to slide inside of it.
He found himself submerged in the tight prison of Carol's fold.
Kamala just smiled, she could check getting eaten out by a woman while someone fucks said woman behind off of the bucket list. Not that she was keeping track of such things. This was the last coherent thought Kamala Khan had for some time before she almost blacked out.
The fun was only getting started and their team ups might be more interesting, as their relationship enhanced to a different level.
End.