Unwrapped(Kamala Khan/Ms. Marvel from Marvel Comics)
"Sorry I couldn't make it on time. Something came up. I did leave your birthday present u in the bedroom. I know that you're enjoy it and get plenty of use out of it tonight. See you later. Love, Carol."
Harry reads that his roommate and lover, Carol Danvers, left to him. Carol and her two sisters live with Harry. Kara and Alex are off on an outing although they also plan to be back to celebrate Harry's birthday later. Harry wonders what present Carol left for him upstairs. He suspects that he'll find out.
He rushes upstairs and opens the bedroom door. Harry comes to a beautiful sight on the bed. A dark-skinned barely legal female lays back on the bed in a very submissive position. Harry recognizes her as Carol's sidekick, Kamala Khan. A bow wraps over Kamala's mouth and gags her. More bows cover her breasts just giving Harry a tantalizing book. A nice festive ribbon covers her crotch.
"I should come here and unwrap my present. But, I think that I should get this shirt off and change into something more comfortable."
Slowly, Harry pulls off of his clothes and changes in front of the gift left on his bed. She watches with widening eyes as more and more of Harry's skin reveals itself. She catches a glimpse of his manhood which sends Kamala's mind into a tizzy. She imagined how large Harry would be and she overheard Alex, Kara, and Carol talking about it when they thought she was preoccupied with something else. And she kind of was, preoccupied by her fantasies of Harry taking her.
Harry stands in front of her wearing nothing other than a silk pair of boxer shorts. He puts his hand on Kamala's thigh and makes her jump.
"How thoughtful of Carol to give me this nice and nubile sex doll for my birthday. After a long day of fighting the forces of evil this is just what I need."
Harry waves his finger and Kamala rises up off of the bed without any question. He pulls the ribbon off of her mouth.
"Happy Birthday," she breathlessly tells him.
"And it's programmed to talk. I wonder what else it's programmed to do."
Kamala just grins at him. "Why don't you see how you can push my buttons, sir?"
Harry leans in and cups her breasts before pulling the ribbons off. Her bare nipples stick it in the cold air. Harry holds his fingers against them and tugs on them. Kamala's eyes shift over with Harry playing with her nipples and breasts. Each touch sends a warm feeling into the pit of Kamala's stomach and all through her body.
"Why don't you kneel before me."
She kneels before the Mecca that is Harry's cock. His boxers are off and the cock is out. It slaps against Kamala's face. She cooes when the cock hits the side of her mouth. Her mouth opens wide to receive her prize.
"So responsive."
Harry gently grabs the back of her head and guides his cock inside of her warm and tight mouth. She gags on his cock, but recovers quickly enough for it not to be a problem. Harry holds the back of Kamala's head and guides her through a very sloppy blowjob. His cock works its way into her barely legal mouth.
The size of this cock almost chokes Kamala out. The Danvers sisters really must have had a lot of practice to handle such a generous fuck-stick regularly and going deep inside of her mouth. Harry holds the back of Kamala's head and keeps spearing her face.
A loud pop of her lips around his cock makes Harry only delve deeper into the tight mouth of the woman on her knees beneath him. He holds himself out and caresses her silky hair. Her eyes widen. This girl on her knees before Harry blowing him was a sight to see. He cannot help and enjoy the feeling.
Harry grabs Kamala's hand and places it firmly upon his balls. She gets the hint and squeezes in.
"Whatever Carol paid for you is worth the money."
Kamala's thighs clench over at the reminder of how she's Harry's personal fuck toy. She pulls out of him and strokes his cock with her hand while squeezing his balls. Kamala, without a word, and with a vigor beyond anything else comes down onto Harry's tool. She blows him hard, eyes bulging out from the pleasure. She keeps guiding her fingers over his back with the cock-sucking only growing by each passing minute.
"You're worth it. And the vibrating feature…it's amazing."
She swirls her tongue against Harry's cock like she saw on several videos on the Internet that she watched for educational purposes. Kamala pulls all the way out and sloppily pushes her tongue against Harry's massive head. She sloppily sucks him several more times.
The build-up in Harry's balls bubble to the service. She resembles a glorified vacuum cleaner, sucking and blowing him as hard as humanly possible. The cheeks of this sex toy on her knees bulges out.
"Time for you to earn your keep, toy."
Calling her toy only makes Kamala's entire body size up and squirt all over the floor. Harry shows no mercy with his pounding of her mouth. A true man never apologizes, he just gives the woman what she needs and takes what he wants. Both line up surprisingly well despite what many people may believe.
And right now, Kamala longs for the cum. She holds onto his balls and milks them. It might happen sooner when she gains experience. Harry's patient enough while he rides her mouth. His balls smack hard into her jaw and he comes ever so closer to exploding.
"Go ahead. Keep sucking me. I'm almost done. You've done a good job."
Kamala's eyes cloud over with pleasure. She knows she's done a good job and cannot believe the feeling that builds through her body. Harry holds her neck and finishes spearing her mouth until his balls finally give way.
The first few blasts of cum send Kamala spiraling over the edge into a whole new world of pleasure. She releases him prematurely and as a result a flood of cum splatters over her face. Harry's erupting cock spills its seed all over Kamala's face.
Harry looks down with a smile as Kamala's face has been painted by his cum.
"Sorry, sir. Your doll still has a few defects in her."
He leans down and pulls Kamala to her feet. Her face shines bright after being painted like a common street walker. The cum soaks into her face. Harry moves her over onto the bed and gently places her onto it. He rips the final ribbon off and reveals her soaked pussy.
"This is your best feature, isn't it?"
"And it's never been played with," she tells him.
"Let's fix that."
Harry drives his fingers into Kamala's gushing snatch. She thrashes upon the bed. Her nipples stick up once again. Harry leans down and sucks on them which sends her into a frantic moaning fit.
This young and very responsive girl shifting and squirting all over the bed brings the blood from Harry's head all the way to his loins. Harry holds her down onto the bed and dominates her with his fingers and then sucks on her large tits with his tongue.
Sweat mixes with the cum which begins to dry all over Kamala's face and in her hair. Harry's now torturing her with his strong and powerful fingers. He pushes down into her on the bed. Her hips almost buck up and Harry pulls away from her. Her orgasm fades from the distance.
Harry climbs on top of Kamala and presses down onto her. Her legs eagerly part for Harry to do with whatever he pleases. He does not dive in just yet. Rather he makes Kamala's entire body size up with the anticipation of pleasure before he pulls away from her.
He can tell Kamala really wants Harry to drive his cock inside of her body and take her. Kamala hitches her breath out at another denied orgasm. The moisture just splashes from her thighs the further Harry rubs himself against her. Kamala throws her hips up.
Her dark thighs stain with the drippings from it. Harry rubs against her clit which causes her to scream so loud she's pretty sure the neighbors heard it. Although the neighbors should be used to it by now, especially since Kamala's pretty sure Harry's fucking them as well. Then again, they are bisexual triplets, so why wouldn't he?
Harry grabs onto Kamala's thigh and gives it a firm squeeze. She opens up from him. His teasing hands and mouth are more than enough to drive anyone insane just a little bit.
"I've found the button to make you scream."
He attacks her clit one more time. Kamala thrashes on the bed and stops just short of exploding all over the bed. Harry allows her arousal to taper off. It leaves her in a panting state.
"You're mine now."
She's his and Harry wants to make sure Kamala feels every single inch of his cock when going inside of her. Harry lines up his cock and begins the descent inside of her.
Kamala's entire body just shuts down for a minute. There's such a thing as having too much pleasure. Harry's bombardment of her makes her feel it. The moment she's able to comprehend this, Harry's halfway inside of her and working his way down inside of her wet cavern. He extends her leg out.
The burn feeling in her leg muscles from stretching is not enough to cause Kamala to tell Harry to stop. There's no way she's going to make him stop. She's going to let him persist just as much and just as hard. No matter what that huge cock s going to be burying inside of her body for the entire world to see.
Kamala's hips just pump up off of the bed and take more of Harry's cock inside of her.
"My doll gets wet with certain stimulation. That's good to no."
"She gets very wet."
Those balls strike Kamala on the thighs. They are full and just swelling by the minute. Harry's strong body smashes her round breasts. Their contrasting skin-tones makes this a very exciting and very sensual encounter.
Personally, Kamala finds her ice cream the best when chocolate and vanilla mix together. She does want to mix mint in there every now and then. This might account for some kind of She-Hulk fetish. Those are the weird thoughts that enter her mind before all rational thought drives out of it thanks to Harry's cock driving deep inside of her and between her thighs. Her toned thighs clutch around him and release Harry.
Harry fucks her hard on the bed. Her pussy responds to his cock. It's almost time for her to release all of my pent up frustration.
"I wonder what button it takes to make my new toy lose it completely."
Kamala's eyes widen and a small smile passes over her face. She aches with need and the desire only increases. "Try behind my ear, sr."
Harry attacks the back of Kamala's ear with a nibble. Kamala cannot help and lose it all over Harry's massive rod. He shoves himself down inside of her with the two meeting each other. Harry pulls almost all the way out of Kamala and shoves more of his cock inside of her tightening canal. She closes down onto him with a very evident moan spreading from her head to her toes.
Kamala's toes curl up completely with Harry pounding her all the way to the edge. He spears his cock inside of her and then rises out of her before driving down into her one more time.
"Good, you're losing it. I wonder what happens when I press all of the buttons at once."
His hands molest Kamala's nubile and willing body on the bed. Kamala thrusts her hips up. Carol's prepared her for this, dropping tantalizing hints every now and then. Harry spears his cock deep inside of her. He pulls out and smashes her pussy with frantic plunges inside of her.
She cums and cums extremely hard. Kamala holds onto Harry with her breath releasing in one scream. Her tight cunt pumps Harry's cock.
Harry rides Kamala's orgasm all the way to the edge. She really is pent up. Holding back cannot be healthy. The deeper Harry slams inside of her and causes her juices to stain his cock.
He extracts hic cock from Kamala and allows her high to come down. Harry grabs her and rolls her over onto her front. Kamala presses against the bed. Her ass extends high and proud in the air. Harry reaches into the drawer and slips a phone onto the bed.
"Perfect time for a selfie."
Kamala grabs the phone without even thinking about it. The second before she takes a picture, Harry drives his cock into her face. The selfie is taken with Kamala's O-Face in all of it's glory.
"That's going to go viral," she murmurs.
Harry runs his hands over the body of his birthday present. He can feel a load building up in his balls. Harry holds onto Kamala and plants his cock inside of her. The deeper he slams into her the further he goes. Harry pulls pretty much all the way out of her.
He allows her to cum first while exploring every corner of her sexy body. She shines bright. Harry leans in and indulges in the flesh on the back of her neck. Her neck and ears prove to be a trigger point along with her lower back and the back of her legs. Hell, there are a lot of points on Kamala which are sensitive. It's just some are more sensitive than the others.
Kamala thinks she's going to lose it. Her face contorts into pleasure the further Harry drives his huge cock inside of her. He pulls out of her and then buries himself deep inside of her. She can feel his bloated balls resting on her thighs from behind.
"Close. I'm close."
"Cum in me. That's what I'm here for. It's your birthday. You can cum if you want to."
Harry smiles at the cheesiness of Kamala's statement and drives his cock inside of her. Her body clamps down onto him.
Finally, it's just too much for Harry to withstand. He cums inside of her. The cream shooting from his cock paints her insides.
Kamala's entire body and mind enters a stage of pure bliss. She imagines Harry's thick juicy cum knocking her up with their child. The thought causes her to overflow. It would be a hell of a way to celebrate his birthday.
Sweat and dried up cum and fresh cum coat Kamala's body. She collapses down on the bed completely drained. A satisfied smile spreads over her face.
The last few strands of semen drip on Kamala's leg. The sound of a door opening brings Harry's attention away from the spent teenager on the bed.
"Harry, are you upstairs?"
End.
Next Chapter: 7/20/2018.
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