SPIDER ATTACK 3

Moving slowly through the green summer trees, the host of spiders explored ahead. Their eight eyes scanning for the movement of any tasty morsel. Standing 6 foot to 9 foot tall on their eight legs, they stepped easily over fallen trees and a small stream. Their engorged cocks hanging well over a foot in length from the bottom of their abdomens. Above, a hawk had swooped ground wards upon spotting its favorite prey. Nearing the spider beasts, it realized its mistake and deftly ceased its attack and flew away. The hawk's tiny brain was unable to understand the sudden change in the local food chain, but its instinct for survival easily told it to avoid certain death. Passing over a tree covered hilltop, the hawk continued through the air over the school before dropping lower over the playing field in search of mice.

Principle Rymer watched from around a bend in the school hallway as Carin walked towards him. The 7th grade English teacher was fresh from college, but he had hired her at once. Her long brown hair was put up by hair pins, and her eyeglasses were heavy upon her button nose. Still, the young woman was totally hot. Her floral dress matched her wall-flower personality, but the body that strained beneath it was a different story. The huge bust that threatened to burst Carin's conservative bra preceded her by about 8 inches everywhere she went. The melons so sizable that when Carin's back was towards you, even with her arms hanging at her sides, the outside of her tits could be seen bulging from both sides.

The utterly grandma dress reached down to Carins ankles. The young strong legs that seemed to be as long as a barbie doll's swished the dress side to side, so that it caressed her hard tight hips and belly. Her clogs on her feet did provide a couple inches of lift, but her muscled calves and thighs remained hidden from Rymer behind the thin fabric. Rymer was sure that Carin did not notice him raping her with his eyes.

Then Carin stopped. Had she seen him? No. She turned to the water fountain mounted onto the school wall. It was much lower on the wall than a regular fountain to accommodate the small children of the middle school. 'Oh God, do not tease me like this.' Rymer thought to himself. 'Give it to me baby. Come on baby.'

Carin looked again at the fountain and licked her lips. It was a hot day. Rymer felt himself grow large. 'Do it baby. Bend that body over for me! Do it now!' He was trying to WILL the young lady to bend over. Then Carin bent at the waist, lowering her opening mouth far downwards toward the fountain. The thin dress drew taut across her shapely buttocks and upper thighs. Her pendulous chest swung downward and nearly out the top of the dress. The first shot of water splashed against her cheek and across her face. Re-positioning her mouth with a small smile, she turned the knob again. The liquid sprang directly between her pursed lips, washing across her tongue.

"Hey Principle Rymer." Rymer nearly jumped out of his skin! Whirling, he saw that Kimmy had come up behind him from the other hall. Outraged at being disturbed from his spying, and embarrassed at sporting a full erection, he didn't know what to say. Kimmy was wearing her cheerleader outfit for the local pee wee football team. Her long blond hair in a single ponytail down the center of her back. The girl had pink lipstick on. Lipstick was not allowed, but her father happened to be his boss.

The 13 year old girl stood to a height just above his belt buckle, Rymer quickly jammed a hand into his pocket to try to obscure his boner. He was beginning to enjoy gazing at Kimmys chest which had bloomed over the summer, mentally measuring whether his cock could reach those pink lips from between the girl's new cleavage.

"Is my mom bringing my pom poms to school?" Females were always talking for no reason, which is why principle Rymer was nearly always in a sour mood. Evidently, innocent Kimmy hadn't noticed his hard on.

"Yes, I called her. She is on the way. Your mom is going to have her baby soon, so give her some more time." Kimmy's mom was also a totalknock out, with a pair of hooters that could feed a small country. Rymer looked forward to seeing her again.

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The windows shook and rattled loudly. Carin and her class looked at the green military helicopters hovering outside. The boys were able to peel their eyes off of her massive chest to see. Carin was sure that the windows would burst any moment from the winds buffeting them. The pilot was holding fairly steady, scanning his helmeted head back and forth across the school. He would shift his craft a few meters, then scan again, seeming to look everywhere. His co-pilot was also searching for something evidently. Carin imagined that those in the other helicopter which had moved to the other side of the school were doing the same thing.

Carin had had a bad feeling since last night when Jimmy had broken their first date because his volunteer fire station had sounded the fire klaxon. He had never called her back last night, though he had promised to. Jimmy was the first nice boy she had met here, he reminded her of back home. Carin was ready to try 'dating' now, but her first blown date had reduced her nearly to tears. Another night like last night and she would agree with her mom who each night on the phone requested she return to her small town to teach where she grew up.

The pilot nodded his head to a voice in his ear. Without a wave, he pulled the helicopter up and away. The two craft joining a larger one above, then all three peeled away over the playground. Flying over top the woods, they soon disappeared from sight. Gradually her class recovered to their routine. The boys resumed their stares and dopey smiles. Just another event in this odd day. The number of absent students today was another issue that raised some eyebrows. No one had made the connection that children who came on buses were here, while most of those local enough to walk to school were not.

It was near an hour later during a spelling quiz that Carin's beautiful face was brought to look at the ceiling by the heavy sound of footsteps upon the roof of the single story building. Her students had paused also, pencils in hand, hearing the noise above. Then the heavy steps became a dozen heavy steps, then what seemed to be a hundred.

Pounding. Running up and down.

"Ms. Worth, what is that?" Young Amy Watson asked, bewildered. Carin was about to answer that she did not know when a screeching of car tires distracted her attention to the school driveway. A red Saturn rocketed towards the school recklessly. Swerving to narrowly miss parked cars, it came to a rubber burning sliding halt at the base of the long steps leading to the school's front door. Carin had moved to the window, and when she noticed that several of her students had gotten out of their seats to do the same thing, she turned to berate them. She saw their eyes widen and some begin to scream before she could do so.

Looking back out the window she saw the spiders. Taller than large horses, they scrambled toward the school along the path just followed by the Saturn. There was near a dozen of them. They were black with thick hair upon their legs. Their scythe like mandibles were clicking as they closed upon the now stopped vehicle. Carin saw that a student had exited the building and was approaching the car in a cheerleader outfit. The girls attention was on the car, her fists on her hips as if to admonish the driver. She did not see the horrible death descending upon her.

The car's rear door opened and a pretty 8 year old girl ran out. The mother behind the wheel was having difficulty getting out herself, and when she saw the bugs approach through her side window, she froze in terror. Kimmy saw Lena spring crying from mom's car. Then she too saw the spiders.

"Kimmy Kimmy! Help me! Mommy said for you to help me!" Lena knew of the spiders behind her, they had been chasing the car for about a mile.

The lead spider vaulted the vehicle and chased down the small girl who had not made it far up the steps. Lifting her into the air by closing its mandibles around her frail waist, it then smashed her to the ground.

Mrs. Gardner watched her dear 8 year old Lena picked up again and thrown against the car with a heavy THUD! Mrs. Gardner was weeping, and running her hand over her swollen belly. She knew her first son to be in there, and shut out the horror surrounding her by thinking of the sports he would play. Spiders now where on all sides of her car. Some began to move towards the school. Most congregated in front of her Saturn where Lena had disappeared from view.

Lifted up over the hood by spiders, Lena's weakly struggling form was directly before the Saturn's windshield. Lena twisted to look in at her mom in the driver seat, then let out a wail.

"Mommmy!!!!"

"Lena!!" she cried back. "Oh God! Lena! No! No! No!" Mrs. Gardner cried.

Watching her daughter's body smashed to the ground, the life oozing out of it, an emotionally shattered Mrs. Gardner wept behind her steering wheel. Streaming tears dripped from her jawbone and chin. The loss of her sweetest child wracked her soul. It had been a matter of time all along, when a spider noticed her inside the vehicle. The first group of creatures had begun moving to the school; a larger number of them now came upon her in her car. One stood on the roof, causing it to begin to buckle downwards. Another had thrust it's mandibles into the rear passenger door Lena had left open. Then her own door ripped from it's hinges with a sharp metallic grinding. Her heavily bosomed body was yanked out, snapping seat belts like string. Her giant melons flying about in their inadequate bra.

Carin saw the 8 months pregnant woman fall into the clutches of a half dozen of the horrid beasts from her classroom window. So did her entire class.

"OK, let's go now. Let's go to the gym now." Carin found herself trying to be calm. Her shocked, fearful voice was not getting the kids' attention. A shattering of glass was all the warning given as a spider crashed through the windows. It had climbed down from the roof. Lunging inwards, it was rewarded with young Amy Watson in it's fangs. Then it pulled back out, climbing back to the roof with Amy kicking and shrieking. More spiders appeared outside the windows from above. Without hesitation, the class broke for the door to the room as a mob, crying and whimpering from fright.

Mrs. Gardner was pulled from her Saturn, and spread-eagled upon the parking lot pavement. Spiders clamped upon her arms and legs, stretching her open for their use. The mass of insects tussled and jostled into positions to get at her. The horny beasts competing for immediate gratification. Gardner's hopelessness and despair fell to greater depths as she heard Lena's screams abruptly cut off.

Her maternity dress was torn from her in a flash, leaving her in bra and panties. Tossed far into the air, the dress drifted to settle onto a car further down the parking lot. Gardner's rich brown skin was testament to her Hispanic lineage. While her belly was swollen and ready to 'drop', her legs were yet strong from her continued aerobic classes throughout her pregnancy. The muscles of her calves and thighs testament to the exercise of moving around with many more pounds weight upon her. Above her belly was the mass of her chest. Each tit was much larger than a watermelon, ripe and full for the coming of her third child. Lying on her back as she was, the bulge of her tits pushed from the sides and top of her pink bra. Even in this current circumstance, she felt the fullness inside her tan breasts. Her nipples were ready and extended, and she felt the need to lactate them even as she witnessed the first of the spider horde position itself over top her.

Saliva dripped from its toothy maw, dropping onto her cleavage and face. Disgusted, she turned her head to the side, and the thick drool then fell upon her pronounced cheekbones, pooling on her cheek before running in dense rivulets in all directions. The sun was blotted out by the monstrosity poised above her. The clittering and clacking of a dozen more giant spiders were all around her, impatient to rape her.

Rubbing against the outside of her clit was a tremendous member. As thick as her calves and as long as a major league baseball bat. She could feel the rope like veins which covered it pulse wildly.

"Please oh lord, show some mercy, please help me" Gardner whispered a hopeless prayer. Then a beast on her right thrust its mandibled head at her. Watching the horrid vision descend upon her stretched and helpless form turned her soul cold with fright. The fangs opened and then engulfed her right tit. Her husband often licked and sucked her massive boobs. However due to their severe size (they were big to start and had enlarged with each childbirth), no human could ever encompass much of her tit flesh at any one time. Now her mammary was submerged completely in this beast's hot moist maw, which bit down to roughly squeeze and knead her tit. The jolting horror of the monster's ugly face locked directly before her, its arachnid eyes boring into her own, stirred with the intense sensation of her breast. In a second her bra was sopping wet inside the beast's mouth. It began to suck harder and harder.

"Ohhhh, Ohhhhh" Never in her life had she expected her tit to be treated so. Reluctantly, she began to forcibly lactate. The milk sprayed hotly against the wet bra covering her nipple. Another spider attacked her left tit. The two mammoth breasts were roughly pulled apart, snapping the bra catch in the center. Thus the second creature was able to savor her left tit bare. Its heavy spit coating her bosom and hard nipple. It's subsequent lactation spraying directly onto its welcoming pallet. Still clasped into a spread eagle, the woman's upper body was pulled from the pavement by the greedy suction upon her chest.

Like a dog with something locked in its jaws, the spiders would twist and turn their heads, yanking on the helpless woman's chest in their fervent milking.

With new horror, she felt the tip of the organ between her legs. She could no longer see down to her own crotch, the two spiders latched onto her bust obstructing her view. Looming above her however was the thorax and head of her truck sized rapist.

"Please no please no I'm pregnant please no" The impossible cock head sunk grindingly between her pussy lips. Stretching her flesh mercilessly. The woman's blinding pain of the great cock size translated directly into blinding pleasure for the spider entering her wonderfully tight snatch. Instinctively, Gardner fell into the breathing techniques which she taught at her childbirth classes, with the hope it would help her deal with the pain. As the log bore deeper inch by inch into her, panic set in with the uncontrollable pain. She had glimpsed the cock briefly, but now the unseen invader filled her with the genuine fear that it would NEVER stop pushing deeper. As 4 and then 5 inches of its throbbing thickness pierced her, she lost what composure she had tried to maintain.

"Aaagghhhhh!" Gasp! "Aaagghhhhh!"

Disappointingly, the sound of her suffering was muffled by the penis that jammed into her gasping mouth by yet another huge arachnid. Her mouth and then her throat filled with leathery cock. Squishing and bursting could be heard as the largest rapist pummeled its pole deeper between her legs. Its in and out fucks reaching 10 inches then 12 inches.

Most of Carin's class had made it to the gym. She had went back to try and get more when the way had become blocked. The hallways were now filled by spiders looking for prey. Carin was in complete shock. She stumbled past spider after spider, each already engaged with devouring a young victim of its choice.

"Miss Worth, in here." Carin turned to the voice, and saw principle Rymer peaking through his office door. It was opened just a crack. He let her in, then closed and locked the door again. Looking out the long office window, Carin could see a panorama of four different spiders chewing madly in the halls. The intercom was turned on so that the horrible screams from the halls were broadcast at highest volume into this office.

Principle Rymer kept some distance between himself and the young lady. Rymer drank in her heaving plump chest. The mounds rising nearly out of her dress top with each big breath. He turned a switch and the intercom fell silent. The youthful screams and animal grunts continued from outside in the hall, but not at an amplified level.

"Have the beasts...gotten... to you yet?" Rymer seemed exhausted and woozy upon his feet. Certainly the terror and horror of this day no doubt dragged down upon Carin as well. Who would not have a strange look in their eye after witnessing all this?

"N-No. I led my class to the gym, then I turned around... the beasts had starting taking them...one by one..." Carin stammered, as if remembering how to speak.

"I know what I must do with you, my sweet young English teacher." He sat heavily onto the front of his desk. "I must get you to safety."

"H-H-How?"

"I have a confession to make. I am having an affair with my secretary, this is what saved her life." Rymer grasped his crotch, so that the outline of his prick shown plainly. Carin gasped, no man had ever been so blunt with her.

"Human male sperm must give off an aroma or something. This is how my secretary walked right out the front door without being harmed." Of course his secretary considered him a pig and would never let him touch her, and she took her lunches at the bar 3 blocks away, but Carin had no way of knowing any of that.

"Y-You mean she got out...she made it?"

"Yes, I watched her climb in her car out in the lot and drive away. I stayed behind to try and help any one else make it out."

"How can you help me get away?" The curvaceous young woman before him was either drunk with shock, or naive as all hell. Actually, he was certain of both. Rymer nodded to the window.

"You will have to take it into your mouth." Carin could not comprehend what he was talking about, and stood dumbfounded.

"Miss Worth move to the glass and drop to your knees." Principle Rymer was using his authoritative voice that truly intimidated Carin. She obeyed the command, her mind grown weaker.

"Now open your mouth. Wider. Good. Now stick out your tongue."

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Mrs. Gardner's shattered form now lie across a new Toyota Tercel. Near a dozen spiders had fucked their huge cum loads into her hot Spanish body. She was lying on her broken belly, her massive tits hanging over the passenger side of the vehicle. Milk still dripped from her wrenched and tortured balloons. The car shook and shuddered on it's shocks as the black spider pummeled into her ass from the driver side. Finger size veins pulsed along the length of the member like ribbed ridges. In and out of the woman's rectum it rammed. It had thrust it's taloned appendages through the hard roof of the vehicle to anchor itself. Pulling hard on the car moved the girl on it's roof back forcibly onto it's twitching cock. So it was that it fucked her by shaking the several ton car back and forth.

The monster forcing itself down Gardener's face on the other side of the car timed his own thrusts with the car's movements. Punching all the way into her cum filled belly. Her moist throat somehow expanded to accept the impossibly thick shaft. The skin on her neck was not so elastic however, and was stretched very near to bursting by the 22 inch cock. Horribly, she was yet conscious, with nothing to look at but the hairy leathery penis moving deeply in and out of her mouth. The sticky clumps of semen that were all over her legs, chest, hair and face contrasted beautifully with her brown skin.

Grunting heatedly, the titanic monstrosity grinding it's length up her ass actually passed beside the cock entering from the other direction.

Punching and destroying her internals, the two penises hammer headed deeper and deeper, each seeking to exit out the hole the other was entering. The dual ejaculation was so powerful, both spiders grasped the woman that she not be blown away from them by the force of it's impact within her. Bubbling thick cum fired up her ass and down her throat. Her already filled stomach bloated rapidly with unending firehose blasts of sex sauce. Murmuring issued from within Mrs. Gardner as the river flow into her bowels expanded and popped her internals all around.

From around the mammoth log still pumping her face, she could taste sperm backwashing onto her pallet and filling her cheeks. She closed her eyes, praying for the merciless pain and degradation to cease. When she opened them again, the cock fucked her mouth harder. For over two hours, her human body had been used and abused. Her nipples sucked near to dry, and now her insides filled to bursting and beyond with hot insect spunk.

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"Do not swallow it, my dear. Let it out of your mouth." His voice was even, yet commanding. Why was his presence dominating her so? Her mid-west innocence was no match for his overpowering will.

"Now you must remove that dress. Covered in cum like that will surely help them track you by the scent." This of course made no sense. Carin, however, was eager to get out of the jism covered garment, and she was still obedience prone by the stress of the situation and the strong authoritative presence of the principle. Mechanically (and breathing through her nose) she untied the bow behind her neck. Then the bow behind her back. Rymer ran his tongue across his teeth. She pulled one arm from the elbow length sleeve then the other. The top of her dress was now being held up only by the wet adhesion of it to her body. 'Come on baby...show it all to me.' Rymer mentally projected.

Carin hesitated. No one had seen her in her bra before, ever. She turned her back to principle Rymer, then peeled the dress downwards.

Her conservative white bra came into view from the back, then her dress was at her waist. The young lady's volleyball sized tits slightly visible as they projected from the right and left. She turned her head back towards principle Rymer, her expression making it obvious how unpleasantly full her mouth was. Also readable from her face was the apprehension of continuing the strip. Rymer gave a nod, and she pulled the dress further.

The magnificent ass who's shape had been only glimpsed at the fountain this morning, dawned slowly into view. Small fragile tug after tug, the floral print uncovered to a plain underwear no doubt from a Sears catalog. The staid garment, though it covered her rear fully, could not cover the fact that this mid-west girl was totally hot. She bent from the waist as it became necessary to do so, running the dress down her legs. Her incredible hard thighs made Rymer's mouth water. He knew, from the embarrassed look on her face (which had watched him as she stripped), that Carin had no idea what so ever that she was a totally scorching perfect '10'. She stepped from the dress, standing in bra, panties, and clogs.

"Now I will show you the way out." He moved to the door to the boiler room, and placed his hand upon it. He was waiting for her. She wrapped her arms in front of her chest and turned towards him. Her trim arms were in no way adequate in hiding her huge bosom from view. In fact, they bulged in the bra even more from the slight pressure she was applying. She was ignorant of the fact that she was actually increasing her sexy appearance. Rymer also ran his eyes across the girls athletic, slim belly.

He opened the door when she was beside him, her head coming up to his shoulder height. Looking down into the boiler room from the top of the descending staircase, Carin saw about eight powerful spiders. Slightly smaller than those in the hall, they were hairless and a much darker black in color. The spiders were very busy. The boilers had been forced against the walls (many tons in weight!) making a large open space in the center of the subterranean chamber. Most were now hard at work expanding a whole in the far wall leading to the outside. To the right of this hole was a human door atop another staircase the match of the one she was currently at the top of. Between the staircases was about 50 yards distance through the center of the chamber. A long walk. A longer walk when surrounded by murderous giant arachnids.

Pulling Carin back, Rymer closed the door again.

"Miss Worth. Carin. I can not watch you die." A full mouth behind pouty lips, Carin could only nod, though not really understanding.

"You must take more of my semen. Fresh. Directly from my penis. I must know that you will make it to freedom like my secretary." Carin's eyes widened into saucers. He placed his heavy hand upon her shoulder. He was pushing, downwards. Looking into his face, he was SERIOUS about this! Unbelievable! Amid her confusion, she sensed a fatherly presence grow in Principle Rymer. He was in fact only slightly older than her father. His hand upon her at once seemed protective.

She was guided down to her knees before him, her chest jostling mightily in the movement. His hand snaked in, then emerged holding an erect cock. Her wide eyes pools of bewilderment. She knew that she must escape to live, that was certain. He pointed its length at her face, and moved his hand strongly onto her scalp. The engorged tip was brought to touch her lips. Carin's eyes grew wider. She was afraid.

Rymer paused a moment to bring his other hand to a switch on the wall. Then he pushed inside. His penis head basked again in wet hot pleasure. Her mouth of course had already been full, so that some cum was forced to spill out the corner of her mouth. He began to work a little deeper. It was a downer to see some of his juice leaking out, but hey, she had been savoring it a good 20 minutes.

"Suck it Carin. Like a straw." The girl was a total klutz at blowing. Before today, he was certain she had never even seen a dick. "Suck harder when I'm pulling out. Lick the bottom of it with your tongue when I push in." Did he have to draw her a picture? He placed one hand below her chin, the other on the back of her head, then pushed his hands together to increase the oral grip upon his member. Looking into her eyes, he saw that she was trying to do it right, like the goody two shoes that she was. She was just naturally bad at it. He held himself steady, and used his arm muscles to work her skull upwards and downwards upon his tool. He was only pumping half of himself into her, he did not want her to lose her mouth load of his cum.

"Give me your hand." She unfastened her right from over top her cleavage. Rymer placed it upon the portion of his shaft not delving onto her face. "Pump your hand up and down my dick in time with it entering your mouth." The shaft was lubricated from the combination of her spit and his sperm that was drooling slowly from between her lips. After minutes of this, he removed her hand. Pumping furiously, fucking her face, he continued for many more minutes.

Hot semen sprayed into Carin's mouth. Carin could taste the fresh entry, it's heat and flowing current washing to the back of her mouth. Of pure enjoyment was the priceless look upon her face. Home body good little Carin had just sucked off her boss at work again.

Rymer withdrew his dripping, happy prick and wiped it against her face, then smacked the still hard member against her sticky lips. He even aimed it into her eye socket, and pressed mightily. Pain lanced from her eye straight to her brain like spouts of fire. Rymer jabbed it hard, trying to burst her eyeball. Carin could not scream out in pain lest she let fly her head full of cum soup. She clenched her mouth shut to protect her precious load of salvation. Again and again he pounded his cum leaking cock into her eye, forcing it deeper and deeper. Wrapping his hands around the back of her head, he used his arm strength to increase the jack hammer skull fucking. Moans of terrible pain echoed inside the girls throat.

Then he released her, and she curled upon the floor, her hand flying up to her brutalized face. Rymer slumped back against his desk and watched the young woman lying in her lingerie. She was rubbing her painfully damaged eye, smearing his fluids across her cum greasy face as she did so. Her painful moans and whimpering sounded from within her throat.

It was important that the bitch know her station in life. Rymer smirked that he had just 'driven' that point home. It was 30 minutes before Carin stirred from her fetal position

"Come on, it is time for you to go...".

Rymer watched her stagger down the stairwell with her mouth full. Her chest shifting side to side with each step. Her hot sexy legs flexing and stretching for his pleasure. He should have had her strip nude for him, but he couldn't think of a lie that was the least bit plausible. He could have just outright raped her. But he was willing to wait for that event. Little miss prissy country girl was now walking into the boiler room. Nervously, Carin watched the spiders preparing the chamber for something. Something big from the size of the entrance they had made. Rymer watched Carin watching the spiders, oh this was going to be good. She counted 15 of them scurrying about, working fanatically. Their movements were lightning quick and dexterous. They all had male sex instruments of inhuman size. Carin silently promised to God that if she made it home she would become a nun.

Her shod steps sounded loudly on the concrete floor. Scanning the beasts constantly, she began to notice one, then another, then another, pause from their work to look briefly at her. She stepped closer to the other stairwell, about 20 yards to go. The spiders had all noticed her by now. The pauses they took to watch her were becoming longer in duration. There were now at any given time 3 or 4 spiders that were not working but facing her with their 8 eyed heads. Rymer's smirk grew, show time was fast approaching. Carin stopped when one spider crawled from its wall position to stand on the floor, obviously orienting on her scantily clad body. Its mandibles slowly opened and closed, dripping loudly onto the concrete. It was running its eyes up and down her figure. Drinking in her massive bosom, her young slender stomach, and hips. Her strong thin legs mounted upon 2 inch high clogs. Her white bra and panties almost melting under the heated insectile scrutiny.

Carin's fear and apprehension grew. Then the huge cock that had been hanging beneath the beast began pulsing visibly. It expanded wider, and longer, and longer. Seeming to inflate. It rose up to point at the teacher, then grew so taut and hard that it pinned itself upward against the spiders thorax. Carin turned to look back at Principle Rymer. Turning from the waist up, keeping her hips pointed towards her exit to safety, her abdominal muscles became a sleek washboard. Her bulbous breasts ready to burst from the oversized bra. Principle smiled and waved happily at her. He did not seem concerned. His eyes strangely, were not unlike the spider's, they were poring over her. They seemed intent to memorize every cell of her exposed flesh.

Rymer felt himself harden when Carin twisted to look back at him. Her hot voluptuous body was totally incredible. The position she was in accentuated her slim waist, mammoth tits, and hot legs. Her ass cheeks were so tight under that damn Sears underwear. Well, that underwear would soon be gone, and that virgin ass would be broken, broken real good. As only the spider beasts could do. It was like watching a movie without some popcorn. He wanted to watch Carin's virginity shattered, and to spray his load into that mouth again, completely hose her brains with his jism.

Carin turned her full face back towards her direction of escape. A second spider had moved to the floor. It's penis painfully and fully erect. Carin opened her mouth slightly, allowing some of the thick mix to dribble out her mouth. Her chin was quickly covered in her boss's semen, and she closed her mouth to save the rest. Several drops fell onto her cleavage. She took her hand and smeared it across the bulging tops of her chest, figuring that the scent would better deceive the spiders this way. She then took a couple more steps towards her exit.

She stopped again. A spider had moved to block her path. She fearfully glanced around. Her nerves were not going to be able to handle this. All the other spiders had stopped their work and were oriented on her body. Several were crouched low, moving slowly toward her in a stalking fashion. Waves of terror washed over her. They were on all sides.

Tears began to run down her face. Her crying made her nose water with her eyes, and then she gagged. Rymer's semen spilled from her mouth, large amounts running back down her throat. Some of his cum even 'went down the wrong way', entering her lungs. This caused a coughing /crying fit. Carin's tits shook like Jell-O with each cough. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know where to go. All she could do was sob in despair, then a warm flow filled her crotch before running warmly down the insides of her legs. Her piss staining her underwear.

But the spiders didn't move any closer to her. They simply stood there, looking, while she shakily made her way toward the exit. Rymer stood looking on in increased disbelief as Carin moved closer to the exit, and then out, breaking into a frantic run as she left.

"Holy shit! It actually works!"