The Black Spider update

Emma Frost took one look at Jean and said “You got fucked today.” Her voice had a note of triumph. “I can tell just by looking at you. Aren’t you going to tell me about it?”

Jean remained silent. She knew Emma would try to work it out of her. As long as Emma was going to find out anyway, in the end, she didn’t see why she shouldn’t make Emma exert herself.

“We don’t keep secrets from each other,” Emma continued. “We know too much already…”

She lifted the bottom of Jean’s blouse, pulling it up her long, lean belly until it was over the soft white cups of her bra. She didn’t raise it any further. Instead, she pressed her lips to Jean’s. They were warm and soft. Jean opened her mouth and sent the tip of her tongue out to meet Emma’s. Emma let her set the pace of the kiss as she undid the snap of Jean’s bra, pulling the clinging cups away from Jean’s modest breasts. Then she trapped the exposed nipples, rolling them between her fingers controllingly, erotically. Jean sighed, her lips fluttering as Emma kissed her even harder. 

Emma’s breasts filled her bra. They were so big, Emma just had to breathe and the brushed against Jean’s upper arm, her chest, her neck. Jean squirmed, heating up like she always did when Emma started in on her.

“Tell me about him,” Emma said between kisses. “Tell me how you got fucked.”

Her fingers pulled Jean’s nipples to quivering tightness. Not content with that, she bent her head to run her tongue across their hardness, licking her pink nipples until they glistened and Jean was murmuring hotly.

“It was a new guy,” Jean whispered. “Spider-Man’s sidekick or something. Not someone you’d know.”

“Cute?” Emma asked, undoing the buttons on Jean’s pants.

Without being asked, Jean lifted her hips and let Emma undress her below the waist. With her pants and panties removed in one fluid motion, she came back down, her legs spread for Emma to put a hand inbetween. The fingers moved inspiringly through the soft hair of Jean’s groin, finding the tight little opening underneath, and playing inside of it.

“Let’s just say he had boyish good looks,” Jean said.

Emma smiled. “You read his mind, didn’t you? Naughty girl… show me.”

***

The spring picnic was a huge event for all the high school students attending, but most especially for Kamala Khan. She’d been fantasizing about getting a guy alone in those just-concealing-enough bushes for what felt like forever. As the buses rumbled down the highway, transporting the student body and faculty away from the dreary old campus, Kamala felt as though the vibrations of the old chassis were going right through her. She liked it.

While the student council was trying to get things organized, Kamala sat at a picnic table, waiting for the romance in the air to turn into something tangible. She got it when she saw Miles Morales shuffling along, looking bored out of his mind.

Kamala had been drooling after Miles for a while, but it was only this semester that they’d been formally introduced. He seemed to find her pretty cute, and Kamala was excited to find out what would happen if she got him alone on this fine spring afternoon.

“Hey, Miles,” she said as she hurried over to him, joining him on his stroll by seamlessly taking up a position walking at his side.

“Oh, Kamala, hey,” Miles said, himself noticing how sweet and pretty Kamala looked in her jean shorts and T-shirt. He had no idea that Kamala had been wearing baggy sweatpants and a jacket when she’d left the house, and that they were now bundled up in her backpack so she could show off her long legs and tight-fitting shirt.

“Where were you going?” Kamala asked.

“Just having a look around,” Miles answered. “I’ve never been camping or hiking or whatever. I figure I might as well soak it in while I can. I might not be at a lake again for a while.”

“Mind if I join you?” Kamala asked. “I’ve been here lots of times. I could show you some of the trails!”

“There’re trails?”

“Oh yeah. See that trail over there?” Kamala asked, pointing to a streak of brown dirt between two bushes. “That goes to the prettiest spot on the lake. Would you want me to take you there?”

Miles looked Kamala over, more considering how pretty she was than getting a good view of the lake. “Sure. I’d love it.”

“Come on then!” Kamala grinned, leading him between the bushes. The bare dirt cutting through the grass soon became a steep trail winding through the dense undergrowth.

Miles happily followed after her, his eyes sometimes tracking the bob of her rich chocolate ponytail as it bounced against the back of her neck, but more often straying to the pert sway of her ass, crisply outlined by her shorts. After about fifteen minutes of this, he was almost painfully hard, and they’d come to a grassy clearing where a waterfall came down into the lake’s waters.

“Isn’t this something?” Kamala beamed, a fine spray splashing up from the churning waters and blowing against her skin and tight clothes.

“Yeah,” Miles said, “it’s beautiful.”

“My family’s come here lots of times,” Kamala said, slipping off her flip-flops to toe the still waters of the shoreline. “But I’ve never seen anyone else here. Maybe you’re the first person outside the Khans to know about it!”

“Is the water cold?” Miles asked, looking at the rippling waters of the lake. “Do you ever go swimming?”

Kamala sat down on the lakeside, dipping her feet in. “No. Not really. It’s not cold, I mean. We could go swimming right now.”

Miles crouched down beside her to look out at the smooth surface of the water. “I didn’t bring my suit.” 

“I didn’t either,” Kamala smiled. She reached over to pluck at a belt loop on his khaki shorts. “You could go in with what you’re wearing.”

“And what about you? Wouldn’t you ruin your clothes if you got ‘em all wet?”

“I could go skinny-dipping,” Kamala said, giggling at the outrageousness of the idea.

“Yeah, right.”

“I could!”

“Prove it,” Miles grinned.

Kamala brought her long legs up to stretch them out in front of her, water dripping off her toes and daubing at the lake. “Alright. I’ll do it if you do it.”

“No way!” Miles laughed. “I’m not gonna get naked in front of you!”

“Why not?” Kamala challenged. “If I can do it, you should be able to. Or are you just chicken?”

“Bull,” Miles answered. “You won’t do it. You’re just trying to put me on the spot so I won’t think you’re chicken.”

“Oh yeah?” Kamala teased, and started to lift her T-shirt over her head.

Miles’s jaw dropped as he saw her breasts spill out in front of them, seeming to fill his vision with their mocha hues and big dusky nipples. It was something he would never forget.

“Hurry up!” Kamala cooed at him, turning around before she dropped her shorts. Miles could see the soft globes of her ass, lightly caramel at the outermost curves, then darkening as the taut skin ran into her buttocks and down between her thighs. He barely got a glimpse, then Kamala was taking off at a run, jiggling in the most enticing way imaginable before she plunged into the water.

Miles was quick to rip away his shirt and shorts, only realizing he had a throbbing erection as he dropped his underwear. He jumped into the lake as quickly as possible, hoping to hide it under the water just as Kamala had obscured her nudity. The water was cold, but not cold enough to kill his hard-on, and he felt it growing every second he eyed Kamala’s sweetly jiggling tits, which bounced all the more as he splashed around with her under the spray of the waterfall.

***

Jean let Miles’s memories wash through her. First, she heard the lapping of water, interspersed with a gentle splashing. Then she made out Miles and a young Pakistani girl swimming together. They murmured softly, giggling, kissing, and splashing each other. Jean only realized the girl was naked when she saw Miles lift up one of her round breasts in his hand and suck the nipple hungrily.

The girl arched her body out of the pool, her naked flesh glistening in the sunlight. She clung to Miles as they kissed, his hands groping her passionately. He sucked at her wet breasts. She moaned and whimpered. Her fingers stroked his stiffening cock, making it grow truly enormous. 

As Jean continued to delve into the memories of Miles’s lost virginity, she began to touch herself…

“It’s fun to watch, isn’t it?” Emma teased.

***

When they finally got out of the water, Miles kept his back turned to Kamala, not wanting her to see how erect he had become.

“What’s the matter?” she teased him. “Are you embarrassed of Little Miles? Or… Not So Many Miles?”

“Of course not!” Miles stammered.

“Then let me see.”

“Fuck no.”

Kamala laughed. “I already felt it. I just want to see how big it is. But if you can’t take a girl seeing your thing…”

“Fine!” Miles shouted defiantly as he turned around and showed himself to her. 

“Holy shit!” Kamala gasped, seeing just how long and thick he was… and stiff. She stared in stunned silence at his throbbing erection. She’d been teasing him, knowing it was big from the feel of it, but she’d never dreamed that any man could have such an incredible length.

“Well?” Miles demanded. “Happy now?”

“Holy shit, Miles,” Kamala said again. “It’s huge!”

Still staring at his magnificent prick, Kamala laid her naked body down on the grass, enjoying the sensual heat of the warm sun on her bare flesh… as well as Miles’s enthralled gaze.

Standing over her, Miles was staring at the first pussy he’d ever seen in his life. Kamala’s damp pubic hair gleamed like obsidian in the rays of the sun. He could see the soft pink wetness inside her splayed pussylips, glistening like dewdrops and smelling faintly of the sea. The thin film of moisture that coated her inner thighs looked warm and slippery, like it could be something more than the lake water, and the cinnamon brown lips of her labia reminded him of flower petals after a drizzling rain. This had to be the most beautiful sight in the world.

“Miles?” Kamala said, opening her eyes and noticing him staring between her legs so avidly that she almost flexed them involuntarily. “Have you ever been with a girl?”

“Been where?” Miles asked, not so much unsure of what she meant as unwilling to go so far as to admit it.

“You know,” Kamala said with a nervous giggle. “Have you ever fucked someone?”

Miles hesitated, then tried to play it off. “Nah… have you?”

“Yeah.” Kamala smiled dreamily. “Six months ago… but not so much since,” she hastily added.

“What was it like?” Miles asked. 

“It was scary at first… it hurt…” She giggled again, oddly. “But it really started to feel good then.”

“So you’d do it again?”

“Of course,” she grinned. “Every time I get a chance.”

Miles’s cock began throbbing even harder with the irresistible thought of stuffing himself into Kamala’s cute little cunt, just as she’d said she liked so much.

“Miles,” Kamala whispered, reaching up to take his hand. “Do you want to touch it?”

He could hardly believe what she’d said or what was happening as she pulled him in, the inexperienced boy getting down on his knees so that Kamala could bring his hand to her wet cunt. His eyes ran helplessly over her body, from her cute face to the softness of her pert breasts, the supple curves of her trim waist and softly rounded hips, and finally to where she was guiding his fingers through the dark hair of her groin.

A shudder of excitement shook Miles as Kamala touched herself with their joined hands, letting him feel the moist heat of her slit just as she was. He couldn’t believe how good a girl’s pussy felt. There was no way to describe the excitement of seeing his hand where no one was supposed to see, his fingers disappearing into slippery flesh where no one was supposed to be, physically feeling the pleasure he’d brought Kamala from the quivering inside the juicy softness of her sex to the jiggle that went through her ripe curves before his very eyes.

“Oh, Miles,” Kamala gasped, smoothing their meshed fingers over her hard clit. “That feels so good… you do it. Make me come with your hand. It feels so much better when it’s yooooou…”

Realizing how much Kamala enjoyed being touched on that swelling little button, Miles rubbed his fingers all over it, learning how best to touch it as Kamala writhed passionately underneath him. She was soon pumping and jerking her hips up into the air as his fingers worked more confidently on her burgeoning clit, quickly memorizing just how she liked having it fondled. 

“Yes, Miles!” Kamala panted. “I love it! I love it so much!”

“Am I doing it right?” Miles asked, knowing Kamala was enjoying herself but not wanting to leave anything left to chance. He wanted to do whatever it took to absolutely blow Kamala’s mind, just as the feel of her soft pussy was doing to him.

“Uh-huh,” Kamala moaned happily, putting her arms around his shoulders and pulling him down facefirst into her quivering breasts. “Suck my tits. Yes, yes, I know you want to, and you can! You can!”

Miles nervously reached his free hand out to the lush, resilient flesh, finding it soft as velvet and surprisingly firm for how easily it jiggled around with the pleasured tremors of her body. But firm, soft, touching her ample breasts only aroused him more.

“Fuck, Miles… Hnnnnn--” Kamala gasped as her nipples sprang into almost painful hardness.

Miles couldn’t hold back his urges any longer. Opening his mouth wide, he covered one stiff nipple with his lips. It was thrumming as he mouthed it, feeling as though it would burst with excitement.

“Oh God!” Kamala cried out, whipping her pussy up to be impaled by the fingers of his other hand, while his thumb held down her clit. “That feels fucking great!”

Momentarily letting go of her violently trembling nipple, Miles brought his lips to hers, his tongue flashing into her mouth. Her own tongue swirled together with his, and as they kissed, Miles thrust his fingers deeper and faster into her writhing cunt.

“Holy shit, Miles!” Kamala moaned, pushing his face back down to her breasts. “That’s it! Fuck me just like that!”

Planting her bare feet on the ground so hard that the grass sprung up between her toes, Kamala fucked her pussy wildly against Miles’s plunging fingers. Her body shook with ecstasy as she felt him inside her and against her clit and around her nipple, the pleasure of him everywhere at once as she felt a thunderous orgasm building up inside her to meet his touch.

“Just like that!” she squealed. “Make me come just… like… that!”

Sucking hard on a swollen nipple, Miles plunged all four of his fingers into the sucking heat of her pussy, his thumb rubbing furiously over her clitoris.

“Miles! Miles!” Kamala shouted as her sex tightened to almost nothing around his hand. “I’m coming!”

She trembled and jerked for several moments, climaxing wildly around his fingers and screaming her head off. She squirted, wet gulps of her cream pumping out of her sex, splashing his wrist and running down between her thighs. Having her own orgasm smeared on her lower belly and down inside her buttocks only increased the warm feeling of her afterglow, and Kamala was lost in it for long minutes, twitching pleasurably before she finally came back to herself.

“Miles Morales…” she finally groaned hoarsely. “That was so… neat…”

“Yeah, you might’ve looked like you enjoyed it,” Miles said, justifiably a little proud of himself. He might’ve been a virgin, but it didn’t take Tony Stark to know a girl popping like a champagne bottle meant she was having a good time.

“You look like you enjoyed yourself too,” Kamala said, staring at the big erection still thrusting up from his crotch. “But not as much as you could… poor boy… you need relief…”

Still trembling from her orgasm, Kamala reached out to cover his engorged cock with her soft fingers. She suddenly had a wild need to have this huge member stuffed inside her, even though—perhaps because—she had never taken something so large inside her cunt before. The few boys she’d done this with were nowhere near as big as Miles. She was a little afraid he would wreck her tiny, unprepared sex. Yet she needed to know what it would feel like.

“So Miles,” she asked, tightening her grip on his hard prick. “Are you gonna fuck me or what?”

“What?” he gaped.

“Fuck me,” Kamala insisted, rolling onto her back and spreading her arms and legs to totally expose herself to him. “Put that big beautiful cock inside me and enjoy yourself.”

“Will it fit?” Miles asked with the last of his restraint, staring at Kamala’s cunt, finding it even more appetizing now that it’d been spread open by his fingers, dripping with her cream.

“Only one way to find out,” Kamala laughed. “Find out.”

Miles got down on top of her, lowering his hips between her widely parted thighs until he felt the soft wispiness of her pubic hair against the very tip of his cock. He probed forward hesitantly, rubbing his knob against the wetness of her sex until all he could feel was her slippery juices.

Stricken between fear and passion, Kamala felt the swollen weight of his cockhead pushing against her, more and more insistently. She took a deep breath and gave him a brave smile, hoping it wouldn’t hurt much.

Reaching down to steady himself with a hold on her slender waist, Miles finally eased his stiff cock inside of her. Kamala gasped as she felt the folds of her pussy opening up, his massive prick squeezing between the tingling walls of her cunt. It didn’t hurt, it only felt incredibly taut, and even that was quickly being replaced by a wonderful fullness as she opened up wider and wider around his delicious hardness. As his cockhead slipped inside her tight entrance and inch after inch of his shaft followed, Kamala realized the pain was over. Now there would be nothing but pleasure.

“God, Miles,” she whimpered as he rolled his hips, inching his way even further inside of her. “I love your big cock.”

“I’m not hurting you?” Miles asked, his entire body fighting the shivering ecstasy he was feeling for the first time in his life. It was all he could do not to piston into Kamala for more and more of this sensation.

“Oh no, no,” Kamala mewled. “It’s so good… put it all in me. Fill me up with it—I can take it. I want it…”

He worked his way deeper and deeper into the tightness of her hotly squeezing sex. Kamala writhed upward, trying to get more of him inside her, not stopping until his entire length was buried to the hilt inside her. Miles pulled back, but couldn’t resist the heated pressure of her quivering hole for long. He pistoned back into her, moving his hips with deep, smooth strokes.

“Fuck! What a wonderful cock!” Kamala said, her inner muscles grasping at his pole as it went in and out of her.

Holding him tightly, her breasts crushed against his chest, she drew her knees back to wrap her smooth thighs around his body, her heels crossing over his sinewy ass. Clinging to him, feeling as much of his naked flesh as she could, Kamala let her entire world be nothing but his huge shaft plowing into her, finding the bottom of her wet, sucking cunt.

“Miles! Miles!” she sobbed. “You’re so big! So nice and stiff! Shit, your cock feels good!”

“Your pussy feels good!” Miles grunted stupidly, all his attention focused on thrusting again and again into Kamala’s warm snatch. “I never thought fucking could feel this good!”

“I know,” she mewled. “It’s wonderful…”

“You’re so tight. So hot. I can’t believe it.”

“Just wait until you come,” Kamala sighed. “You’ll love it, coming in my tight pussy. And I’ll love being full of your cream… hnng… feeling you drip out of me… running down my, nnh! Thighs!”

Miles had never felt anything so good before. Even his most intense masturbation session paled next to have Kamala’s cunt all around the length of his shaft, making all of his manhood hum and tingle. And the feel of her softly naked flesh pressing against his body only added fuel to the fire.

Kamala smiled and giggled, showing him how good it felt on her end. She could never go back to anyone an inch smaller than Miles. It felt too good, having his big thick cock moving through her hot depths. She couldn’t believe what a difference it made. Opening her thighs even more, she grabbed his ass and pulled him even tighter against her, even deeper into her eager sex.

“Now, Miles,” she whispered. “I want you to fill my pussy up. I want to have a cunt full of your cum!”

That was all Miles could take and even retain a thought of holding back. His hips became a blur of motion as he pounded his huge cock into Kamala. She squealed with total abandon as she let him do whatever he wanted, giving up any thought besides enjoying herself. She mashed herself against his naked body, slamming her hips up to receive every thrust of his wonderful cock. 

Miles felt lust blazing like a blast furnace in his balls, the pressure building faster the more he thrust himself into Kamala. He couldn’t hold back, couldn’t help himself, and soon he knew that he was about to fill her with his cum. He didn’t even think of doing anything else. He jammed his bursting cock deep inside her, Kamala thrust her groin up to his, and her whole body quivered as she took the load of cum that gushed from his exploding cockhead.

“Oh, baby!” Kamala keened. “I’m full! I’m full of your hot cum!”

But he didn’t stop. His seed continued pumping into her climaxing sex in wild, jerking spurts. Kamala grabbed his ass, not wanting to stop either, but pulling him in closer as she felt a delicious orgasm work its way out of the warm leaden wetness filling her cunt.

“Miles… baby…” she crooned, clinging tightly to him as his huge cock continued emptying itself of the lust that she and legions of other beautiful women had inspired in him, day after day, month after month, year after year. Her drenched pussy was filled with swirling cum until it spilled out of her. Kamala couldn’t even think of using her powers to widen her cunt and take all of the hot cum he could pump into her.

But she soon would. And Miles would be happy to try it with her. He had never felt anything so wonderful before.

***

Jean was aching for it now. It was impossible for her to wait any longer. She pushed another finger inside herself, stretching the opening of her cunt, fucking the three fingers in and out like a man would. Her hips rocked up and down against her hand and she came without warning, her juices covering her pumping hand. She threw her head back and cried “Oh fuck!” out loud.

Clamping her thighs together, her pussy clenching on the frenzy of her stroking fingers, she savored the friction as she came again. I’m a fucking slut, she thought happily.

Pulling her fingers out, Jean brought them up to her face. The smell of her own sex made her tastebuds water. She looked over her wetly coated fingers, mesmerized by how she had squirted all over them. With a soft moan she began sucking on them one by one. When she had tasted as much of her pussy on them as possible, when her fingers were clean, she returned them to her groin.

Now Jean worked directly on her clit, slipping her other hand under her ass to delve between her buttocks. Spread-eagled on the bed, both hands rubbing her loins from opposite ends, Jean stroked and teased herself until her body was once more humping up and down, as if she were the woman in those pilfered memories and not Kamala Khan.

“Mmm… dear God…” she moaned.

A fresh orgasm poured out of her stroking fingers in a wave of sheer bliss.

***

Emma sipped her martini. Unfortunately for her, Jean was a lot more fun to watch than she was to play with. The woman was simply hopeless with a cunt; she barely knew what to do with her own. But this boy she’d met… now he had potential.