****** Arachnophilia 2 by Luke 2000 ******
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Arachnophilia 2


She woke up from a restless sleep, surfacing slowly through thick layers of
somnolence to become aware that she was lying naked on her bed, her legs still
spread wide. She started, quickly pulling her legs together and wincing at the
sharp pain. Her initial hope that the previous night's episode was merely a
bizarre nightmare faded with the realization that her pussy was still swollen
and sore. Indeed, it seemed to pulse with a life of its own.

Gingerly, she reached down the gap between her thighs, noting how her pubic
mound seemed much more pronounced today. Surprise squeezed a thin squeal from
her throat - her touch seemed to burn through her skin, right into the tender
abused flesh of her pussy. Her hand jerked away, then descended slowly upon the
bare slit again.

"Oooooh..." she moaned softly as her fingers traced her thick vulval lips.

They felt distorted, much too large at the top. And there was a piece sticking
rudely out too - she could feel the edges of it with her fingertips - a strange
fleshy erection jutting out from the deep slit of her sex. Just a feathery feel
of the edges was about all she could bear, for as her fingers accidentally
brushed the tip of it, a charged bolt of pleasure-pain coursed through her
insides, leaving her gasping for breath.

She finally recovered enough of her senses to manage to swing her legs to the
floor. Thankfully, her mother had thought to provide her with her own bathroom
- it won't do for you to share the bath with three boys, she had said - so she
was allowed the luxury of waddling to the toilet stark naked. The shower was
lovely, because she always loved taking a shower anyway, but she dared not
bring the showerhead down to wash between her legs like she always did. She
feared that the water pressure on her ultra sensitive privates would prove too
intense for her - being found naked and unconscious in the shower, with spider
bites on her genitals did not appeal greatly to her.

She realized, after her shower, that she badly needed to pee. But she was
surprised to find that she was unable to do so, once she sat down on the
toilet. It felt as if something had become stuck in her pee hole, and all she
could muster was a tiny trickle that did little to relieve the high pressure in
her bladder. Realizing the cause of this discomfort, she reached down and
gingerly spread her nether lips, grunting and groaning as the pressure against
her urethra was finally released, and a strong stream of yellow urine splashed
into the bowl. Her fluid excretion seemed to boil against her inflamed flesh,
the very pressure of rushing water against her enlarged clitoris bringing her
to a quick, if unsatisfying, orgasm. Carefully wiping herself with a piece of
tissue triggered another jolt of electricity through her body and she quickly
realized that she was in danger of giving herself little shocks of pleasure
each time her inflamed slit came into contact with anything.

Which meant that she couldn't wear panties, of course. The idea appalled her,
but when she did try pulling on a pair and found herself gasping at the intense
pressure it placed on her swollen groin, she knew she had no other choice. She
was denied the option of putting on a pair of shorts or pants too, because even
those pairs that weren't tight against her skin rubbed excruciatingly against
her sensitive parts when she walked or sat. She found that out when she pulled
on her oldest, most comfortable pair of shorts and walked two steps before
collapsing on the floor, shuddering. Getting up from her prone position was
just as tricky, because her clitoris kept rubbing against the soft fibres at
the crotch of her shorts, setting off more fits of uncontrolled trembling in
her limbs.

She finally settled on an old dress that flared at the hips, but did not reach
past her knees. She would have preferred a longer dress that was more likely to
preserve her modesty, but the only dresses she had that were of appropriate
length were made of material that somehow rubbed her the way she did not want
to be rubbed - at least, not in front of anyone else.

So it was that she made her way downstairs to lunch sans panties, all too aware
that a simple gust of wind would expose her bare pussy for the world to see.
Somehow, the thought of such a happening caused a tiny ember of warmth to glow
in her still throbbing vulva. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she felt
a trickle of fluid begin to drool from deep within. She realized that she could
not stop to examine herself without drawing attention, so she continued walking
to the dining room, hoping that she wasn't trailing a line of her sex juices on
the floor.

Just once, she looked back the way she came, and saw a spot of liquid on the
floor that could have dripped from her pussy. But she couldn't be sure of it,
and she wasn't in the habit of wiping any spills that she saw on the floor, so
she didn't try to do anything about it. Instead, she just drew open the door
and entered the room where her mother and the boarders sat.

She didn't notice that her action had stirred a brief gust that stirred her
skirt, but he had. Holy shit, I don't think she's wearing any panties, he
grinned to himself. What a piece! He thought he had glimpsed her reddened
pussy, which he had so lovingly soothed with copious amounts of pussy juice
last night, but he wasn't sure. He felt slightly sorry for her, if his moment's
perception of her pussy was anything to go by - it looked puffy and angry, the
plump lips looking distended, thus deepening the cleft in between.

She sat down in the seat in front of him and refused to meet his eyes with
hers. He smiled to himself, knowing that she was embarrassed yet aroused by
what had happened the night before. In fact, he would have bet an entire
month's pocket money that she would be looking to at least repeat the
tremendous orgasm she had had last night.

Thinking about it gave him a hard-on again. This was amazing considering the
fact that he had jerked off once last night, after juicing up her tender sex,
and again this morning, when he work up and had a look at the digital pictures
he had taken the night before. The photos he had taken of her with the web
strand slicing up between her hairless pubes, the slack lustful look on her
face, her asshole peeking out from her flexing buttocks whilst cum juice beaded
the strand, and the spider hanging from its leg embedded in her vulva... along
with the memory of the tautness in her behind, wrenching and milking at his
impaling finger as she came brought out a such long, gut wrenching orgasm from
his balls that he was sure if he could get it up again for the next day or two.

And now here he was, sitting across from her, knowing that her pussy was bare
under the dress she wore, and getting hard again. Reaching down, he felt the
length of his penis, wondering at how hard he was. It was like a huge stone
boulder between his thighs, and it throbbed with the knowledge that a denuded
orifice await just a short distance away.

She was careful to sweep her skirt away from her butt and seat her bare ass on
the wooden chair. It would not do for her to let the moisture seep and leave
telltale signs on her dress. Of course, there was a possibility that someone
else would notice the wetness on the chair, but it was a chance she would have
to take - at best, she could always claim that she had inadvertently spilled
some soup.

She jerked and hit her thighs on the underside of the table when something warm
brushed against her aching slit.

"Are you alright?" her mother asked, passing her the potatoes.

"I'm okay, mummy. Just trying to get comfortable," she lied as the toe kept
rooting around the soft outer parts of her privates, occasionally scoring a hit
on her clit and making her knees feel weak. She sneaked a look across at him
and quickly looked down when she saw him smiling at her. Her mother smiled;
young people were in the habit of having crushes, after all, and she didn't
suppose her daughter was any different.

She almost winced as his digital manipulations drew a very wet squelch from
between her thighs, and tried to draw her flaming groin away from his toes. He
surprised her by pretending to blow his nose at about the same time, saving her
from having to explain what the loud liquid sound was. As she sat back, the
aching loss of feeling at the juncture of her thighs was so severe that she
quickly brought her pubis forward again, right to the edge of the chair so that
his toe dug right into the soft flesh of her vulva.

Oh shit, he thought, as he watched her wince and felt her soft flesh engulf the
tip of his toe. She's really getting off on this! Slowly, he dragged his toe
downwards and circled where he thought the entrance to her vagina was, before
suddenly dragging it up again to rap against her clit. The sharp intake of her
breath was noticed by everyone, but she managed to explain, in a rather shaky
voice, that the smell of the food was heavenly.

What's he doing, she thought to herself as she felt his toe moving down the
split of her sex. She was so wet that she could feel a strand of her fluid
drooling from the tip of her clit, and she so badly wanted him to touch her
there again. Instead, he circled his toe around another place, the place that
went in, what she knew was her vagina. He dipped his toe into that quaking
hole, making her arch her back slightly from the new and not unwelcome
sensation... and then quickly drew it up against her pulsing clit. She almost
screamed out loud as the fluid just about gushed out of her. Managing to stifle
it to a mere quick drawing of breath, she shivered slightly with the
electricity coursing through her nerves and announced to everyone that the food
smelled heavenly. The bastard! She thought. He did that on purpose! She thought
she should be upset with him, but it was difficult to think about anything when
the orgasm was still ebbing from her system.

The rest of the meal continued without any further incident, although he did
reach forward and fondle her with his toe a couple more times. She was more
prepared for his molestations, however, and didn't jump again. Instead, she
spread her legs and thrust her hips forward as far as she dared, giving him
full access to her fattened pudenda. He gratefully probed at her slimy sex,
using his toes to spread the labia and brush against her clit. He tried once to
insert his toe into her vagina, but she was having none of that and quickly
withdrew from the chair's edge. He sulked for a while, upset that her precious
treasures were denied him, but seemed to get over it quickly enough and
proceeded to ignore her while he joked with his bunkmates.

She got up when she finished her meal, collected the plates and helped her
mother with the dishes, drawing a surprised smile from mother.

"Well, aren't you the little housekeeper today?"

She merely smiled weakly, unable to tell her mother about how her pussy was
still swollen and leaking copious amounts of fluid. She had left behind a small
puddle of clear liquid in the tiny hollow of the chair when she got up, but she
hadn't fussed too much about it... everyone else had left and she could always
wipe it up under the pretext of wiping everything down after lunch. She did not
see him sneaking back into the dining room and soaking up the fluid on her
chair, then lifting the cloth to his nose and sniffing deeply at her scent. So
she was surprised to find that her chair was dry when she returned to the room
with the tablecloth. Hmm, she thought to herself. Maybe it dries quickly. But
then why am I still so wet? Her fingers reached down under her dress to check,
and found her sex still slippery with her oozing juices.

Her fingers were quickly withdrawn when her mother called out to her, asking if
she was done cleaning the table. She quickly smoothed down her dress and
finished with the table and chairs. By the time she was free to go back to her
room, she had made up her mind to be mad with him, for causing her so much
discomfort. True, her pussy throbbed at the thought of him seeing her nude, and
even more so when she remembered how he had looked naked, his penis flaring and
threatening her weeping privates. But he had almost caused her embarrassment,
so she decided to have nothing more to do with him.

And she did not see him again until dinner time, during which she was careful
to sit away from him. Her mother thought it amusing how quickly she had gotten
over her crush, and was pleasantly surprised when she offered to help clean up
again. This was a side to her daughter that she had never seen before.

It was past 8 o'clock when she was done and went back to her room. She walked
right past him with her nose in the air, just to show that she was pissed off
with him, but he didn't seem to care. Well, that suits me just fine, she
thought to herself. If I don't stop this soon enough, he'll be wanting to put
his "thing" in me! That thought brought a warm glow to her lower parts that
even the loose fitting dress seemed to chafe against. Angrily, she flounced
into her room and locked the door, sure that the pervert would try to get in
while she was sleeping and molest her.

Picking up a book, she tried to read to relax, but was unable to keep her mind
away from all the unbidden images stirring in her mind. Her pussy positively
twitched as she remembered the feeling of his toe sinking into its soft flesh,
and she felt a warm gush as she wondered what it would be like to have
something bigger and harder probing into her virginal sheath.

"Oooh!" she moaned softly, as her fingers traced the still swollen hood of her
sex, and reached down to spread the clear fluid along her heated labia. Gently,
she slipped her finger into the deep groove of her vulva, marveling at the
depth of the cleft, its warm soft wetness, the way it enclosed her finger
tip... and the sensations that it gave her, the soothing warmth that spread
outwards from her very core, out to the very fingers that were giving her so
much pleasure. It was... incredible, yet somehow, unsatisfying. The electric
feeling was nothing like what she felt when she was frigging herself on the
spider web, or even this morning, when her swollen pubis had reacted so
violently to any and all contact. The feelings she had touching herself now
were erotic, but nowhere near the intensity of her first orgasms.

Disappointed, she cleaned her fingers off on the bedspread and decided to try
to sleep. That turned out to be another mistake, as she tossed and turned, and
could not get the images of the previous night's activities out of her mind.

At about 2 a.m. she made up her mind. She would go back to the house next door
to look for that spider and this time, she would let it crawl all over her
body, make a web over the gap between her legs. Maybe she could even get it to
bite her down there again. The thought of the pain/pleasure flashed through her
mind, and clear fluid began to drool from her pussy again as she took off her
clothes. She realized that she was taking a chance walking around the house in
the nude, but it was something she felt she had to do - in order for her to
reach the same heights of ecstasy, she thought, the exact same situation had to
be recreated.

Her vulva felt hot and slippery, the lips rubbing together erotically as she
walked up to the wall and clambered up to the top. She sat there for a long
moment, savouring the feel of cold stone against her cleft, and the way her
body seemed to glow in the bright moonlight. Even her nipples seemed more
silver than their usual light pink. After she was satisfied with her self-
examination, she swung her trailing leg over and began her descent down the
other side. She stopped for a moment when she felt something prodding between
her legs, a blunt object pressing urgently against and slightly enveloped by
her yielding nether lips. In the fleeting second that the thought that he might
have lain in wait for her and was now prodding at her slit with his engorged
penis passed through her mind, she found the rising heat in her groin almost
unbearable. Disappointingly, it turned out to be the handle of a rake someone
had carelessly left near the wall, so she made one last despairing rub at it
with her weeping pubis before descending the rest of the wall.

Damn! Forgot to bring a stupid torch! She thought to herself as she made her
way into the dim interior of the house. She peered into the murky gloom,
willing herself to see the remains of the web. She hoped the spider was there
too, and she didn't want to ruin its web by running into it in the dark. But
her eyes could only make out shapes of discarded objects on the floor. Slowly,
she made her way further into the house, putting her hands out to feel for the
web.

A sudden noise behind her made her whirl around, but she did not see anything
moving out in the yard, still brightly lit by the full moon. Turning again, she
walked right into the web she sought. The feeling of the tough strands rubbing
against her torso triggered a quick orgasm... apparently, her body still
remembered the previous night's pleasure. Ooh! She thought to herself. Where's
the spider? Is he here? The trailing web strands on her body made her wonder if
the spider was already crawling on her body, exploring the soft silken skin,
seeking out her hidden places. She shuddered with pure delight, and stood with
her legs wide apart, inviting the spider to probe at her private parts. She
imagined the creature's long legs crawling down the bottom of her buttocks, and
pried her cheeks apart to give it a better view of her unprotected anus. She
could feel it probing gently at her puckered orifice, the chitinous tips of its
legs even venturing to poke into her rectum, causing her to gasp and clench her
buttocks, drawing her anus in and away from the offending intruder. The spider
was undeterred, however, and proceeded further down between her open legs. She
imagined how the bulk of its body would feel like, pressed against her sloppily
leaking vagina, and experienced yet another mild tremor of electricity in her
groin. In her mind, the spider stopped to examine her gaping orifice, reaching
down with its pincers to harvest some of the sap bubbling richly from her
quivering quim. Then it proceeded forward to her shivering clitoris, drooling
with anticipation of its torment under the creature's jaws. Sliding her hands
down the front of her torso, she nudged aside her labia, exposing her precious
treasure to the spider's many eyes. She imagined how the spider would pause and
glare at her throbbing nub, ready this time for the pain/pleasure of its nip,
before scuttling forward and gripping at her tender flesh with its powerful
jaws.

She gasped at the powerful image in her mind, physically feeling the chitinous
jaws clamping shut around her clit. The creature alternately gripped and
released her flesh, not so much biting as it was masturbating her. Shuddering,
she opened her eyes and was shocked to see him lying down on the floor, between
her widely spread legs. His lascivious grin told her he had been observing her
for some time, and a web strand was sticking out from her pubis and connected
to his fingertip. She had no doubt that he had been the "spider" she had
imagined, that it was his nails that she had felt probing into her anus, and
that the spider's jaws she had felt closing around her clitoris was nothing
more than a strand of web wound round her little nub, controlled by his flexing
finger. She had not noticed the penlight now shining directly up at the wet
pussy lips she had so wantonly spread for him because her eyes had been closed.
Now, she felt ashamed at having exposed her private parts to him, even though
she knew that he had already seen all the secrets she had to share the night
before. Before she could protest, however, he pulled on the strand, squeezing
her clitoris and drawing a squeal from her. Her insides seemed to turn to water
that gushed out from between her legs - she could see the wet trails down the
insides of her thighs, gleaming in the thin light.

"Can't forget last night, can you?" he leered, and pulled again.

"Oooooh! Stop! Ooh!" she gasped.

It felt as though he was milking her clitoris with a tiny hand, pulling at it
as he squeezed more juices from her. He had really lucked out, looking out his
window and spying her sitting stark naked atop the wall. In a flash, he had
evinced her intent, and had quickly made his way to the spot of their last
assignation. He had been really pleased to see her get so excited about the
spider web, and took the chance to molest her when she closed her eyes and
spread her ass in front of him. She had seemed to enjoy it too, until he
slipped his fingers into her asshole. Even then, the feeling of her ass
clutching at the tips of his fingers as it pulled away was exciting. She still
hadn't opened her eyes then, so he decided to continue on his way down the
opened groove of her buttocks, right up to the shallow depression in her labia
that marked the entrance to her vagina. He had spent several precious moments
there, playing with the fluid flowing so copiously from within and careful not
to intrude too deeply into her flesh. When she had held her lips open, he had
been inspired and wound a web strand round the protruding nub of her clit. He
had then milked her clit gently, by applying and releasing pressure on the
strand. When she had opened her eyes, he had merely increased the pressure on
her clit, ensuring that her protests would be muted by her mounting pleasure.

"Oooooooooooh..." she moaned as he flexed his finger again. Dimly, she could
feel more fluid sliding down the insides of her thighs. She wanted to bring her
knees together, to end the shame she felt at exposing her private parts to a
boy, and worse, letting him see the liquid evidence of her excitement. "No,
plea...oooooh!"

He just would not let her complete her plea, and she was certainly incapable of
speech when her pleasure button was being squeezed so. She was shocked to see a
long thick drool of vaginal fluid began to descend towards his waiting face.
Her lubricant was so viscous that it didn't drip - instead, it fell so slowly
that she could feel its weight hanging from the very tip of her engorged clit.
In the moment that it touched his mouth, they remained connected by the thin
stream, and she could almost have sworn that she felt her fluid tremble with
his breathing then. She closed her eyes as he moved, his face moving nearer her
burning crotch. Her legs moved even farther apart as she waited for the feeling
of his breath on her nether lips, his tongue on her aching vulva.

She was surprised, relieved and a little disappointed when she realized that he
hadn't partaken of the ambrosia she offered, and instead, moved to stand behind
her, his hands on her hips. What is he doing? She thought, and then cooed as
his hands delved between her ass cheeks and slowly drew them apart. The
movement at her rear squeezed the plump cleft in front only slightly, but it
was enough to trigger tiny erotic waves in her shivering body. So it was that
she did not object as he pulled her ass further apart, but instead, bent
forward so that he had better leverage to separate the sweaty globes.

Resting her hands on a rough wooden box, she thrust her ass back at him,
opening the secret valley of her sex to his prying eyes and hands. She was past
the point of caring now whether or not it was shameful, or indeed what it was
he would do with the treasures she so audaciously offered. She could feel the
heated head of his penis slipping along the length of her split, and gasped
when she felt the huge head dip into the opening of her sex. The stretching at
the entrance to her vagina was as unfamiliar as it was painful, but her arousal
demanded urgent satisfaction, so she did not object or pull away from the
fleshy intruder. Instead, she pressed herself backwards, groaning as her soft
sheath yielded further to his thick tool. Her vagina was straining to open
itself to its impaler, the soft tissues stretching to allow him entry.

She was disappointed when he withdrew from her aching liquid orifice,
squelching loudly as her lubricant drooled abundantly from within. She moaned
softly as he lowered a hand to her butt cleft and spread it with his fingers,
and drew in her breath with a sharp hiss when she felt the greasy head of his
sex pressing at her asshole.

Surely he doesn't mean to... she wondered, and then groaned in shock and pain
as the juice-slicked tip pierced her virgin poopshoot. Where she thought the
stretching in her vagina was uncomfortably pleasurable, the sudden yielding of
her anus to his stout probe was actually painful. She yelped and then groaned
as he quickly tugged at her clitoris, the pleasure mixing with the pain to
weaken her will to resist her sodomy.

"Please, it h... Ooooh!" she moaned as he tugged once again. Her hips began to
grind up and back, intensifying the tiny nips at her clit, and sending little
shivers of electricity through her body.

He was thrilled when he realized that he could literally pull her strings. He
thought to lick her down there, as he got up from the floor, but thought the
better of it... it appeared she would even be amenable to something he had
dreamed of ever since he glimpsed her taut backside gliding under her ultra-
tight shorts. He had moved behind her and dipped his prick into her weeping
cunt. The way her rubbery lips slid apart and grasped his cock head almost made
him lose control - he had had to keep his mind on the treasure he intended to
plunder, or he would have plunged his cock up to the hilt into her waiting
vagina. He was gratified nonetheless, to note the way her fluid literally
gushed out of her evacuated orifice when he withdrew... and even more so when
she appeared to present her ass for deep penetration. Not being one to look a
gift horse in the mouth, he pressed forward his advantage, and was pleased to
see her brown anal ring disappear into the soft flesh of her backside.

Grunting, she half-realised that she was impaling herself further on the thick
intruder in her ass. But the heavenly sensations down between her legs did not
cease and she could do little to stop herself anyway... her body was not within
her control. She no longer felt any shame, but instead gave in to the erotic
waves coursing through her veins. Her hips drove further backwards, her anus
allowing his fleshy staff to probe ever deeper in her rectum. The pain she felt
in her rear was more than compensated for by the pleasure deep in her pussy. At
some point she realized that the tugging at her clit had ceased, but the way
his penis felt inside her backside, a hot log thundering up and down the
sensitive passage, along with the way it pulled at her flesh and rubbed her
vulva up against her clit was driving her crazy. She knew that she was doing
all the work, it was her hips wildly gyrating and drawing him in and pushing
him out of her bulging asshole that was making her all hot and excited. But she
didn't care that she appeared wanton, all she wanted was to reach her goal,
that peak of pure sensation that she had known yesterday.

Woah, she's really hot, he thought as he huffed, surprised by the ferocity of
her reaction. He had certainly been pleased to find her objection to being
buggered so muted, but she had gone one further and was now enthusiastically
grinding herself up against him. He could see his cock reappear and disappear
completely into her gaping asshole as she humped. The sight of his cock being
so gratefully swallowed by her slurping behind was so exciting that he was sure
that he would come soon.

But he wasn't so sure that she would come as quickly, and he knew that he had
to make the experience as fulfilling as the previous night's, if he was to have
any chance to plunder her as-yet virgin vagina. Playing with her clit helped
get her started, but he doubted that it would complete the climax for her... if
it would, she would have come a long time ago. Suddenly, he was struck by
inspiration.

She was getting desperate, driving her buttock up hard against his pubis,
trying to force more of his penis up her rectum. She could feel her goal
approaching, but it seemed yet distant and unreachable.

"Unh! Unh! UNH! Unh!" she grunted, the breath being driven out of her lungs as
she tried to get his prick to probe ever deeper in her rear. "Wow! Hey, watch
it! The spider, it's...!" she heard him say, and thought she felt its legs on
her sweaty back.

That thought propelled her well past the point she was reaching for. Grunting
and screaming, she thrust her backside up hard against his pubis and came
harder than she had the night before. The turgid cock in her ass expanded and
burst, spraying thick hot liquid deep in her belly. The wildly jerking organ
inside her ass sheath stretched and pushed against previously unmolested
sections of her insides, adding to her pain/pleasure. It felt as if a thick hot
tube of shit had come alive within her. Her world expanded and she was suddenly
out of her sweaty body, out of the dank and dirty house, out of the world...
she soared amongst the stars, her consciousness suddenly exploding out in a
bright bloom of sensation before falling back and collapsing on itself.

He knew he'd hit the jackpot even as he mentioned the spider. She reacted
violently at the mention of the creature, and threw herself up hard against
him, her flattened ass globes slapping obscenely at his now slightly raw pubis.
When she began to come, he was afraid that she would rip his dick out by its
roots, the clenching, clutching of her muscles was so great. It didn't seem so
much that she was trying to milk him, as it did she was trying to swallow him
into her hot ass. He yelled as his own orgasm began. It was incredible, having
this young girl's luscious ass pulling so hard at his prick. He was surprised
by the volume and intensity of his come as well... and it didn't help that even
after he had emptied out his balls, her rectum still sucked strongly at his
root, drawing out every last dreg of his juice. God, this is really hot, he
thought, as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

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