"FRAT FUN WITH THE SPIDER LADY"
(MF, cons, bond, M+F, nc, reluc)
by Art Martin
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In a languid, blissful daze, Carol lay naked, oozing cum from her freshly fucked pussy. To Carol, there was nothing better than a good fucking and she craved a hard cock inside her as often and as much as a good meal. However, unlike a good meal, she could never really get enough in the way of good fucking.
Caressing her tits, she gazed up lovingly at Tim. She felt so lucky to be with him. He was handsome and so good-looking, much handsomer than any other guy she had ever dated. He was cool, a member of Lambda Omega Beta, the coolest bunch of frats on campus. He was rich, or at least his daddy was, and he drove a BMW. Best of all, he had a nice big dick and he really knew how to use it.
She had fucked him on their first date. Actually it wasn’t a date, they sort of met at a party. She was quite drunk and sprawled out. Tim fucked her and Lord only knows how many other guys fucked her. After that he dated her regularly and on every other date since, she eagerly fucked him, and he in turn eagerly fucked her every which way imaginable.
Carol full well knew that was really the only reason he dated her, but she didn’t care. The fact that he was with her and not with some other girl was the point. The fact that he sought her out, week after week was the point. The fact that he was inside her, three, four times a week was the point. The fact that he usually called her at the last minute and then spent only enough time with her for a good screw, that wasn’t ideal, but she grudgingly accepted it.
She had almost everything a man could want, a dynamite body with large firm tits sporting big puffy aureoles and thick nipples, a slender waist that flared beautifully to her hips, firm full buttocks, long, shapely muscular legs and great looking, sexy feet. Her only flaw was her face. It simply wasn’t very attractive. She wasn’t ugly, just not attractive. Her face was a little too long, her black hair was just a little too frizzy to be manageable, her nose was a little too large, her eyes were a little too small, and her front teeth were a little crooked. The fact that her facial skin was slightly pockmarked didn’t help any either.
All through junior high school she had endured the not so subtle comments and jokes about her face, about how it caught fire and her momma put it out with a track shoe, how it was really a map of the far side of the moon, how the doctor had beaten her with an ugly stick as she was born. As her body took shape, the jokes in high school turned to admonitions that all she needed to do was wear a bag over her head, that she looked great from the rear, and that no one would notice the flaws in a dark cave on a dark night.
She had heard from her girl friends that guys were really only interested in feeling them up and getting inside their panties. That sounded exciting to her, so when she finally had the opportunity, she let the guy do whatever he wanted; his two friends too. Word quickly spread and before long, lots of guys wanted to date her, not steadily, but once, twice, sometimes more. On some dates, she went out with two or three guys at the same time. It didn’t take long before she was turning down dates on Friday and Saturday nights as she was spoken for. It didn’t matter to her that everyone called her a slut... she got what she wanted, what she needed.
“Come on, Carol, get up,” admonished Tim with more than a hint of impatience in his voice. “We’ve got to get over to the Haunted House and get ready.”
The Haunted House was an annual charity fundraiser put on by the Greek Council, and Tim had asked her to help out. Of course she said ‘yes’, she always said ‘yes’ to Tim. She put on a black costume robe with snaps in the back and put on panties and a pair of tennis shoes. As usual she was braless. Tim liked her braless when she was with him, the better for him to steal an enticing feel whenever he wished.
The Haunted House was set up in an old warehouse building. Each fraternity and sorority had a section to design, build, and staff. The Lam-O’s had constructed a new set this year and Carol had been recruited to play the Spider Lady. The set had a solid backdrop wall, placed at a slight angle from the floor and painted flat black. White nylon rope was woven into a large spider web. In the center were eight hairy spider legs radiating from a center hole in the wall. Carol was to stick her head through the wall to complete the illusion. She was instructed to moan, groan, and beg for help from the customers, mainly little kids with their parents and high school kids.
She followed Tim to the back stage area, where her face was made up with whiteface and black grease paint. Her black hair was frizzed up to a frightening effect and she was ready to go.
Chad, the Lam-O president, came by carrying a cash box. She couldn’t help but notice the smarmy smirk on his face while he thanked Carol for volunteering. Then he told her that the other girl who was to be her relief tonight had gotten sick and she’d have to do the entire evening without a break.
Tim and Chad led her over to the head hole. There was a chair for her to sit on so she wouldn’t be forced to stand and bend over for several hours on end. They showed her the handgrips attached to the wall to give her support. Chad showed her the headlock that would slip easily over her neck, and explained why it was necessary; otherwise customers would be able see around her neck and into the backstage area, spoiling the illusion.
As opening time approached, Tim put on the rest of his costume and told Carol that he would be nearby in the maze-way. Squeezing her fleshy boobs one last time, Tim told her to get into position.
She sat in the chair and stuck her head through the hole. The headlock was lowered across her neck. To her surprise, the set up wasn’t uncomfortable at all. A few moments later she saw Tim in the maze-way dressed in his ghoul costume and she was immediately comforted.
The maze-way filled with sounds of a horror house, moans, groans, shrieks, thunder, rattling chains, banging noises, and evil laughter. She was just getting used to the arrangement when the first customers came walking by.
She cried out plaintively, “Help me! Please help me! Ohhhhhh, somebody pleeease help me!”
Of course everyone just looked at her, maybe smiled or shirked away, and then continued through the maze. It soon was apparent to Carol that the fundraiser would make lots of money, as a steady stream of students and parents with little kids filed by. Everyone seemed to be having good time.
Someone or ones placed her hands on the handgrips and slowly pulled the chair out from under her, forcing her to stand, bent at the waist. She tried to pull her head back to see what was happening, but the headlock prevented her from moving out of position. Then she felt the hands, hands stroking her tits, hands stroking her outthrust ass.
“Hey!” she shouted when she felt the snaps of her costume being undone one at a time.
The little girl froze in her tracks when Carol yelled, “Stop!” as her garment slid down around her arms. The little girl was led away by her amused mother as the frowning, grotesque spider head twisted about. Hands took each arm from the handgrip.
“Hey!” she yelled again startling a new group of kids while behind the wall and unseen, her robe was pulled from her arms to fall around her feet.
As cool air embraced her nearly nude body, her eyes got wide as panic set in. She pleaded, “Help me! Somebody help me! Pleeeease, somebody help meeeee!!!” The kids giggled and moved on to the next set.
Next, Velcro straps secured her wrists to the handgrips.
“Help! Oh, please, somebody... somebody help!” she cried struggling at the restraints.
The passing little kids laughed and the adults smiled as they walked on by.
The unseen hands mauled her bare tits and pulled at her plump teets as still another set of fingers hooked under the elastic waistband of her panties.
“Oh, gawd! Noooooooo!” she wailed as someone slowly pulled her panties down to her ankles. She let out a blood-curdling scream as a big hand cupped her newly bared pussy. Tim looked over to her and waved.
“Oh, please!” she whined. “Somebody! I need help!!!! Please!!!!”
As her hands were secured to the handgrips, her only defense
was to blindly kick at her attackers, but the panties and the robe tangled in
her feet until she managed to kick them clear.
Powerful hands grabbed each of her ankles, removed her tennis shoes and
slowly pulled her bare feet about two feet apart. Feeling something being wrapped around each ankle, Carol kicked
again, but to her dismay discovered that her legs were somehow bound together
yet spread apart by what felt like a broomstick.
Hands returned to maul her luscious tits, pulling on the rings piercing her meaty nipples. Futilely she struggled. More hands freely roamed across the full expanse of bare skin of her shapely body. Futilely she pleaded for help from the parade of people passing by... but no one helped her.
“Pleaseeeee!” she begged as suckling mouths replaced the mauling hands on her generous tits. She twisted and bucked, trying to dislodge the unwanted lips from her breasts, but to no avail. To her utter dismay, her body began tingling with desire, unwanted desire. Another hand slid down her butt crack, pausing for a moment to toy with her anus before it continued between her legs and rubbed across her shaved pussy.
“Oh, gawd! Oh, gawd. Somebody help meeee! Pleaseeee.
Mister! Mister! You’ve gotta help me, mister.” The palm of the molesting hand turned edgewise and slid into her slit. Immediately she felt herself gush.
“Don’t go, mister, don’t go. They’re… oh, gawd… they’re… oh, gawd, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.”
To her dismay, she realized that she was standing on the balls of her feet grinding her pussy into the pleasuring hand. “Oh gawd, yessssss!” she sluttily hissed at a grandpa escorting two kids.
Regaining a fragment of her dignity, Carol twisted helplessly in the headlock as the children laughed and pointed at her, trying her best to will away the unwanted building climax. She was now panting, on the very edge when she felt the head of a cock rake up and down her sopping wet pussy slit.
She let out desperate mournful wail, “Ohhhh gawwwwd! Pleeeeease! Please nooooooo! Somebody help meeeeee! Please!”
Closing her eyes, she cried mournfully, “Ohhhhh, ohhhhh!” as she felt the broad head of the hard cock spreading her hairless pussy lips and then invading her ever ready cunt. She gasped as the cock slid home deep into her body. While she was raped a finger found her clit and began to rub it.
She tried to fight it off, but it was a losing battle the moment the cock penetrated her. Her eyes became glassy as the unwanted passion rose within her like a rising river, inundating her in a flash flood of lustful pleasure. Tendrils of pure ecstasy shot through her groin as her vagina yielded to the assault, overwhelming any sense of violation.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, aaaiiiieeee!!!!!” she cried as her body betrayed her completely. Carol twisted and turned as a powerful orgasm born of lust, abuse and humiliation swept over her.
The little kids pointed and laughed at her face twisted in a grimace.
Part in horror and part in pleasure, she moaned as she was fucked, shackled to the wall, legs held open by a spreader bar, unable to see her attacker. The horror quickly melted away as she wallowed in the ever-delightful sensation of a cock filling her up. The cock pumped in and out of her for several minutes at a furious pace before it was withdrawn.
The sudden withdrawal of the cock caused her to whimper in protest, “Nooooo.”
A sudden, unexpected stinging pain burned her as cheeks when a ping pong paddle smacked her bare ass. She yelled, “Owwwwwww!” and her head to seemed jump out towards a little girl who took off frightened by the horrible spider creature. “Owwwww!” she whimpered as the paddle made contact again. An unseen hand rubbed her burning ass, soothing it.
New hands gripped her hips just before her cuntal lips felt the kiss of the hot head of another fat cock. As her cuntal lips were being spread around the invading cock, snakelike, she hissed, “Yessssssss.”
One after another in a seemingly endless procession, a fresh dick penetrated her every five or six minutes. Every so often the screwing was punctuated with several stinging blows to her ass. Her bent over position caused each cock head to rub and stimulate her G-spot. Soon vaginal orgasms began, one after another, every few minutes or so. Dazed by a flood of endorphins, Carol lost count as the cocks continued to pummel her spasmodic pussy. A pile of used condoms grew at her feet, so that she couldn’t adjust her bare feet without stepping and slipping on wet rubbers.
At one time, a particularly large cock drove into her. It felt familiar, the way it filled her, the way it thrust into her. Dreamily she thought she knew who that cock belonged to, it was her favorite history professor, or was it that coach, or was it was the janitor, or was Tim’s roomie, Moose? She really didn’t know and she was long past caring; she smiled and gurgled in delight as the big dick roughly fucked her for five minutes.
Someone mercifully slipped the chair back under her so that she could sit. Gradually her lust eased, but five minutes later, the chair was removed and the fucking began anew. All through the night, she was given the chair for a few minutes rest before the gang bang resumed. Periodically, Tim would come by and offer her a drink of water from a squirt bottle. She was always babbling incoherently.
Finally the flow of rapists slowed to a trickle and the fucking stopped. Unseen hands released the spreader bar and pulled her panties back up. Unseen hands released her from the handgrips and slipped the robe back on and snapped it closed. Unseen hands slipped on her tennis shoes, patted her on the ass and eased the chair back under her.
Tim walked up to her, glanced both ways and seeing no one in the maze, whipped out his cock for her to suck. When she didn’t respond as she had always done in the past, he asked, “Are you all right?”
“Yes, damn it! Let me go! Let me go!”
“Okay, okay, baby. Why didn’t you tell me you needed help?”
Suddenly indignant she shouted, “I tried, Tim! I tried! I called for help… But no one listened.
“They raped me, Tim! They raped me all night!”
“Who raped you?”
“I don’t know!” she sobbed. “Please get me out of this!”
Tim went around backstage, finding her sitting in the chair like he had left her. He stopped to talk briefly with Chad who was sitting at a table, counting out a large stack of money. He then raised the headlock and she pulled her head out.
“Oh, thank god!” she sobbed, rubbing her paddle sore rump. “They fucked me, Tim! They raped and fucked me!” She buried her head into his shoulder.
“Who fucked you?”
“I don’t know! They were behind the wall!”
Tim reached up under the robe and felt her pussy. It was hot, puffy and wet, but nothing out of the ordinary. “I don’t feel any cum leaking out. Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure! They fucked me and fucked me over and over all night long,” she sobbed.
“Well, not that I can tell.”
“I, I, I…”
“I know, you must be tired… Maybe later we can… you know…” he said squeezing a tit.
“Say, thanks for helping us out tonight!” Tim removed his hand from her abused breast adding with a compassionate smile, “I know that was a long time without a break, but I watched you and you were terrific! Great facial expressions and you can really moan like a bitch in heat!”
“I, I, I…”
“Chad says that thanks to you, we made a ton of extra money tonight!”
“Well, I… Hey!” She struck him in the chest and feigned a pouting look.
“Have fun?” he laughed. “I knew you would! You should’ve seen your face, you were in another world!”
He reached out and squeezed her tit again whispering, “Say, are you up to helping us out again tomorrow night? Can’t promise anything, but maybe we can find you some relief.”
“I…”
She looked over at Chad who gleefully waved a thick wad of ten-dollar bills at her. Turning back to Tim, she twisted her mouth into a frown and began hitting Tim on the shoulder. “You guys are so bad!”
She glared at him for a moment before her expression softened and a wry smile spread on her lips. Biting her lower lip, Carol agreed, “Sure, love to. And don’t worry if you can’t find me any relief.”
Excitedly Tim lifted his hands upwards exclaiming, “Yes! I knew you’d say yes! Baby, you’re the best! Chad said you made us enough tonight for a massive blowout!”
Carol beamed knowing that she had made Tim happy.
Tim whipped out his cock and grabbed Carol by the back of the neck, forcing her to her knees. “Now how ‘bout giving me and Chad one of your famous blowjobs?”
“What? I… mmmphh!”
THE END
See what the Lam-Os come up with for next year in
HAUNTED HOUSE WHORE II
(M+f, bond, recluc, oral)