****** Arachnephilia - Part 1 by Luke 2000 ****** =============================================================================== Arachnephilia - Part 1 She was curious about the changes in her body, as a young pubescent girl would be. It had started with an irritating itch in the region of her chest. Then she had noticed that she was growing breasts, her nipples growing swollen and distended especially when she ran. The next change she had noticed was some sparse light brown hair 'down there', where the split of her groin was. She had noticed it while she was taking a shower, and had wondered what her pubis looked like. Unfortunately, the only full-length mirror was in the bedroom of the boys who were boarding with her family. She had waited one morning till she was sure they were all out of the house before entering the room. She rushed to the mirror, pulled down her pants and thrust her hips forward to examine her genital region. She fingered the fine down on her privates, and spread her nether lips to examine the deep pink flesh. Cocking her left leg, she raised her hip to give herself a better look... and was temporarily blinded by a sudden flash of light. She whirled around in surprise, her exposed sex still thrust forward. Another flash followed the first, and in the background, she could hear a chuckle. "Well now, isn't that nice?" Her mind registered the voice as the white edges of light faded from her vision. It was Ken, the 16-year-old boarder who lived in her family. Apparently, he had returned to the room without her noticing, and had taken a picture of her with the camera he always carried with him. "So, what were you doing?" he sneered. In a sudden flash of anger, she yelled, "You bastard, I'm gonna tell mum!" "And what are you gonna tell her?" he challenged. "That I caught you looking at your pussy in the mirror? How will you explain what you were doing in this room with your pants down? What's she gonna say when she sees these pictures??" She was struck mute by his response. "Tell you what, you'd better listen to me, or your mum will get to hear just how her sweet young daughter isn't quite as innocent as she thinks her to be!" "No!" she yelled, and reached for the camera. Being a head taller than her, however, he was able to fend her off very easily. "No, drop your pants to the floor!" he commanded as she suddenly remembered that she was still half-naked and reached down for her pants. Stubbornly, she picked them up and pulled them up her legs. He quickly put his hand between her legs, above the waistband of her pants. She was shocked at how close his hand was to her secret parts... she could even feel the warmth of his hand at the juncture of her thighs. Her groin suddenly began to feel uncomfortably hot. He turned his hand, palm upwards, and placed it suddenly on her pubis. She started, unprepared for his touch on her hitherto untouched privates. It felt... nice, especially when his middle finger drew inwards and traced the thin line of her lower lips. "Wha... what are you doing?" she gasped, shuddering from the contact, and he shushed her once more when his finger dragged across a painfully sensitive spot in the folds of her lower flesh. "Ooohhh! Hhhh!" was all she could utter as he realized what he had found and kept the slight pressure on the hidden bud of flesh. It was such a painful pleasure; she felt her limbs fall weak and she had to lean against him for support. He quickened the pace, slipping his fingernail into her vulva, dragging it up the pink slash and then scratching at her clitoris. "Ohh! Ooh! Ooh! Unhh!" she moaned as the sensations escalated in her soft core and radiated outwards, reaching to the very tips of her fingers and toes. He circled her clit with his nail, stopping to scratch at it occasionally. Each scratch on her love bud jangled her nerves and brought out her goosebumps. Finally, he stopped digging around her plump labia and made several quick flips at the base of her clit, bringing her to her first orgasm. For her, it was the most earth-shattering feeling she had ever had in all her 13 years. Just before she reached her climax, she had thought she was dying, and sought to put words to her moans to tell him to stop... but she hadn't been able to muster up a coherent syllable, and instead, had spread her legs wantonly to let his fingers delve harder between her slushy, achingly sensitive lips. "Well now," he smirked. "I guess you have even more reason to listen to me now." She did not reply, still gasping and shivering from the aftershocks of her first orgasm. Her slit was slippery and pulsing. "If you don't do what I tell you to, I'm gonna tell your mother I saw you playing with your pussy and putting your finger into your hole." Still wheezing, she shook her head in horror. "Well then, meet me downstairs tonight," he commanded. "2 o'clock. And don't wear any clothes!" "I... I can't!" she protested weakly. "What if someone sees me?" "You let me worry about that," he leered at the semi-naked girl. "2 a.m. or I'm gonna tell your mum about what just happened." She nodded, her face aflame with embarrassment. She spent the rest of the day in a daze; her mind flitting back to the incident in the bedroom while her body remembered the juddering pleasure inflicted on its parts. Her clit and vulva throbbed with the memory. "Are you all right?" her mother had asked her once in the course of the day. "You look a little flushed." "I'm fine, mummy," she had replied, and rushed to the bathroom to splash some water on her heated face. She went to bed early and set the alarm for 2, but could not find the sleep she sought. Her mind was filled with images of what he did to her, and with images of what she thought he was going to do. Not being experienced at all in the ways of sex, she was naturally unable to even fathom what it was like, but the intense pleasure she had felt in her groin had left her in no doubt that what he would do would have much to do with the aching and still wet aperture of her sex. At 2 a.m. she dutifully arrived at the bottom of the stairs, stark naked. She had been somewhat apprehensive about being caught in the nude, but she had had no choice. She didn't want for her mother to hear about how she had been caught touching herself. The night breeze felt cool on her bare skin. She was so aroused that every hair on her body felt sensitized, and her nipples and vulva felt tight on her skin. She could even feel the soft downy hair on her pubes move in the wind, and every movement of her limbs caused a fresh outbreak of goosebumps and aroused her even more. As she walked, she could feel a tiny trickle of moisture seep from within and drool out of her swollen pubis. "Good girl," he said, stepping out of the shadows and scaring her. She had to stifle another scream when she saw that he was similarly naked, and carrying his camera. She gaped at his tumescent penis. The sheer size of the purple glans scared her. If he tries to put that in me, she evinced, it'll tear my pussy apart. She looked down at her nude slit and shuddered as she tried to picture the head of his 'thing' pressing into her small vulva. "Don't worry," he sniggered. "I have better plans for you." He had spent the day thinking over what he would do to the nubile young innocent. He had carefully considered fucking her, but decided that he would enjoy it more if he could make her want it as badly as he did. He finally hit on the idea when he was exploring the neighboring place, which had been deserted for some time. He had made all his preparations carefully, including spiking everyone's drink with alcohol and locking the doors of their individual rooms. To ensure that the other boarders in the room with him did not wake up, he put some sleeping pills in their nighttime drinks. Finally, he had gotten ready for the night's activities by wanking off in the bathroom, to get rid of the boner that he wasn't able to keep down. Yet, when he had seen her walking down the stairs his penis jumped right up again. The sight of her bare naked slit kept him rock hard with anticipation. "Come on," he said. "We're wasting time here. Let's go." "Where?" she asked meekly. "You'll know when we get there." He led her to the backyard, where she hesitated for a moment under the bright moonlight, sure that someone would see her in her uncovered glory. He was insistent, however, and she quietly followed him to the wall separating the two houses. He quickly clambered up the wall and motioned for her to follow. She slowly climbed up beside him, using the holes in the blocks as handholds. When she reached the top, she straddled the wall, all too conscious of the rough stone block pressing against her slightly spread vulva. She shifted uncomfortably, and swung her legs over to the other side to climb down after him, both glad and sorry that she no longer felt the solid coolness of stone against her superheated vagina. He was waiting for her at the foot of the wall, reaching up for her small breasts to help her down. A quick thrill ran through her body as his fingers found her hardened nipples. The electricity excited her even more, even as she worried about what he wanted her to do this night. "Here we are," he said, drawing to a stop in front of her. She peered into the darkness, taking a longer time to adjust to the gloom than he did. What she saw chilled her. It was the largest spider she had ever seen, right in the center of a huge web that spanned the floor to the ceiling. The spider was black all over, with red markings on its back, and legs as long as her hand was. It looked huge to her, and she was in no doubt that it was poisonous. She thought he sought only to threaten her with it before he made his demands known, but she was wrong. As he led her forward, she stepped over to a thick strand of web that extended to the floor. She was surprised when he grabbed her shoulder, stopping her as her legs straddled the web strand. "Alright then," he said, switching on a small torch she had not noticed he was carrying. He set the torch down on the floor and reached up to press apart her thick labia. She blushed, aware that he could look right up into her most private parts. What... she thought, as he used his free hand to push her hips forward. She didn't realize what he was intending to achieve until she felt the thick strand up against her open vulva. "Alright then," he grinned, allowing her nether lips to snap shut on the thick string. She gasped in shock, and was surprised to find that she could feel it right there, pressing up into the slit of her sex. It certainly didn't feel like a gossamer strand, as she had expected. Instead, it felt as if a thick rough string had been pressed into her weeping slit. He lay down on his stomach and took several pictures of her standing there, with the strand of the spider web wedged between her plump pussy lips. "I want you to start rubbing yourself on the web," he said, looking up at her. She couldn't see his eyes and thought he was joking until he repeated it and threatened to show her mother the photos he had just taken of her with the spider web jammed into her crotch. "But I want you to do it gently. Don't want you to spoil the web." She began to tenderly rub her aching slit along a length of the strand. She thought to herself that it felt somewhat like someone was trying to saw her in half, and amazingly, it aroused her greatly. The unevenness of the strand, the thickness and tension in its length provided erotic friction to her parts even as her own juices made the strand slippery and wet. Sighing, she increased the thrusting of her hips, trying to draw a greater length of web across the split of her sex. She was gasping, shivering slightly each time the stiff web strand rubbed across her swelling clit. Dimly, she was aware that her movements on the web strand often pulled her nether lips apart and that he had continued to take photos of her opened cunt, but the feelings coursing through her body were too intense to for her to care about anything else. "Good, good," He had moved behind her and was now taking pictures of her naked buttocks undulating as she ground her hips back and forth. Boy, is she hot, he thought to himself as he looked up at the clenching globes of her ass. He was entranced by the way her tiny brown asshole peeped out at him as she drove her hips backward, her ass cheeks spreading in the process. It was all he could do from reaching out to grab those delicious orbs and plunging his raging erection between them. She began to grind her hips even more enthusiastically as the electricity began building deep in her vagina, and the web shook as her gyrations became even wilder. Her movements roused the spider from its state of inertia, and it scuttled across the web, sending exciting vibrations down the strand embedded in her slit. Deep in her mind, she was aware that pictures were being taken of her wanton behavior, the lust-filled look in her eyes as she masturbated against the spider web, but she didn't care, she just wanted to keep on rubbing herself against the maddening web strand in her pussy, rubbing until she exploded with the building fury within her core. Her increasing arousal did not escape his notice. "Woah, look at that juice," he gushed, and took a few pictures of the dew beaded strand under her ass before putting it down. "What are you doing?" she gasped as he reached out between her flared buttocks and smeared her juices around her anus. "Something you'll like," he smiled at her again, the dim light giving his countenance a decidedly leery look. She was too far gone towards her climax to care, however, so she continued with her self-ministrations. He continued fondling her asshole with the tip of his finger and finally dipped his finger into the brown pucker. She was vaguely aware that the tickling of her asshole was arousing her even more, but when he sank his finger into her back orifice, she groaned with delight. The sensation of anal penetration was so intense she squirmed in pleasure, and then squealed when he began to wriggle his finger and screw it further into the tight clutching passage between her quivering buttocks. Suddenly, he thrust his finger all the way into her rectal passage. Her virgin anus, over sensitized and unused to such penetration, succumbed easily to the digital probing and she screamed aloud her pleasure as the waves of a very intense orgasm washed over her. Shuddering out of control, she collapsed on the floor. He had not expected such an extreme reaction from her, and almost broke his finger in her asshole as she fell. He was pleased, however, to see that her rectum remained impaled on his finger when he had recovered from the surprise. She was lying on her back on the floor, her legs spread wide around his hand, still panting from the ferocity of her orgasm. Her body was wet with sweat, and the gushing between her trembling thighs seemed to continue even as she lay exhausted on the dirty floor. She vaguely heard him exclaim and felt him withdraw his finger from her ass, her anus sucking lewdly at his retreating digit. What's he gonna do now? She thought to herself while she lay on the floor, looking up at the ruined web. Something was wrong, something's missing, she thought, and suddenly realized that the spider was nowhere to be seen. What... where is it? She thought, and felt a movement on her pubis that she had long thought was his hand. But he was squatting away from her, camera in hand as she lay spread-eagled on the floor. She raised her head from the floor to look down past the small swells of her bosom, and was shocked to see the spider on her body. It looked huge on her slim white torso, and its body spanned what the width of her pubis. "Help me," she whimpered, trembling. He shook his head, sneering, "I'm taking the photos, remember?" "Please," she begged. "I'll do anything, just get it away!" "No," he said firmly. She quivered all the more as she felt and saw it move down further over the curve of her pubis. Its legs felt scratchy on her hot skin, and she could feel it moving through the thin hair on her groin. She thought to find some way to cover her defenseless vulva from the frightening-looking arachnid, but didn't dare to bring her hands anywhere near it. The spider scuttled further forward, its head dipping down between her widespread legs. She was struck by a mental picture of the frightful looking creature crawling across her gaping labia, gasped and threw her legs as far apart as they would go. In a split second decision, she reached down her body to pry it off her body and throw it as far away from her body as she could. The moment she touched its smooth broad back, however, it bit her right on the hood of her clitoris. She screamed out loud as the spider venom pumped into her tender flesh, throwing her hips up and forward as the pain thrummed through her groin and across her body. Her sudden movement made the spider lose its grip on her flesh for a moment, and its legs scrabbled wildly against her sweaty skin before its pincers latched onto pink flesh again - this time on her pulsing clitoris. She yelled again as it bit her most sensitive part, and kept on screaming as she threw herself every which way in a vain effort to dislodge the arachnid from her aching, throbbing slit. She could still feel its legs trying to gain purchase on her slippery skin as it kept its grip on her nub. "Alllright!" he enthused. He had just gotten several shots of her wide-open crotch, her plump vulva gaping around the spider. He was most excited by the clear shot he had had of the spider slipping one of its slim legs into the unprotected orifice of her urethra. He had had no doubt that she was in pain from the bite, and the venom of the arachnid would probably rule out a hot bout of fucking afterwards, but the sight of the spider dominating her glistening pink slash was more than enough compensation. The spider venom burned the thin mucous membranes of her pussy, and it felt as if someone had set a torch to her crotch. With a loud whimper, she fell into a pain-filled semi-daze and only realized that the spider had crawled off her shivering body after several long minutes. Her swollen crotch, her entire body throbbed with an ache that seemed to rattle her bones. She realized that he had continued to take pictures of her as she lay there, putting all her slippery secrets on display for him. Panting, she propped herself up on one elbow, and tried to draw her legs together, but winced from the pain. It felt as if her vulva and vagina had swollen up beyond all proportions, making it seem as if a huge wad of cotton had been stuffed up in the juncture between her legs. In the first gesture of concern, he offered her his hand. She took it gratefully, aware that she would not have been able to get up by herself. The way her pussy was pulsing and aching, she would have found it impossible to draw her legs up underneath her to raise herself off the floor. She winced as she got onto her feet and waddled to back to the wall, holding her thighs as wide apart as she could. The throbbing burning sensation waxed and waned with her heartbeat, and each step she took jarred her burning vulva. She felt some relief as she straddled the wall, the coolness of the stone soothing her burning flesh. Then, the relief was gone, and she was back on the ground, wincing her way back to her room, leaning on him all the way. He helped her wash up, gingerly soaping her pussy and then running warm water across the inflamed flesh. Then he gently patted her pubis dry with a towel and helped her to her bed. For the first time in her life, she was unable to curl up in her bed... instead, she lay with her legs splayed, letting the cool air blow over her gaping vulva. He helped her go to sleep by stroking and soothing her nether lips, drawing the fluids from within and coating her aching slit with lubrication. This story is part of White_Shadow's_Nasty_Stories. You may also want to visit: * Erotic_Top_100_Story_Sites * Sexy_Top_100_Stories