A Succubus For Christmas (16 page)

She sat down slowly, letting his cock sink deep into her hot pussy. Her vagina was filled with a thick sticky liquid and as Gordon's cock pushed deeper the substance was displaced and oozed out over his crotch. The substance was warm, soft and caused his skin to tingle pleasantly wherever it touched him.

“She has you now,” Arachne sighed.

She shifted position in his lap, manoeuvring his cock into a more comfortable fit. She crossed her legs around his waist, locking their bodies together.

“Now feel her special, softest silk,” Arachne whispered.

Her vagina rippled around his cock and a wave of thick liquid oozed down around his shaft. Gordon gasped and shuddered as the tingling warmth in his cock grew and grew. She didn't move against him, but the walls of her pussy did and each bubble of sticky silk sent Gordon's arousal higher and higher.

“My pussy has you now,” Arachne whispered in his ear. “She'll coat you in her special silk and suck out all your juice.”

She embraced him fully. Her arms encircled his cocooned form and she squeezed her soft breasts against him. She rocked gently against him, her sex squirting wave after wave of rapturous liquid around his tingling cock.

“Do you love me?” Arachne whispered.

Her pussy rippled again and the thickest wave of softest silk enfolded his throbbing cock. The sensation was more than he could stand.

“Love me above all others?”

“Yes!” he cried as his cock erupted and he spurted jet after jet of semen into her soft smothering silk.

* * * *

“Gordon! Gordon!”

Gordon awoke to his wife shaking him.

He realised with horror he was bucking and thrashing on the bed as if he was fucking an invisible girl on top of him. His erection, harder than he'd ever felt before, tented the front of his boxer shorts. He closed his eyes in slavery to the sensation as the orgasm hit. A dark patch spread on the front of his underwear. On and on it went, spurt after spurt, until his shorts were completely saturated and his overworked balls ached in protest.

“Gordon!” his wife said, her voice filled with shock, worry and disappointment.

Gordon grunted as he lay back, finally spent. Perspiration beaded his brow and the sheets beneath him were soaked with his sweat.

He looked up at his wife, seeing clearly the dismay on her face. He knew what she must be thinking. Last night he couldn't perform for her and yet here he was, filling his underwear after a stupid dream. How must that make her feel.

It's not your fault, he wanted to scream. It's me. It's–

this obsession

When he opened them June was standing there, his beautiful blonde wife. The revulsion and shock had passed from her face leaving only concern behind.

“What's wrong?” she asked, sitting on the bed next to him.

“I don't know,” he said, coughing up a sob.

They lay together on the bed in each other's arms, holding each other while the sun rose outside. Neither could get back to sleep. Finally June had to get up and get ready for work.

“Why don't you go and see Molly?” she said.

Horror flashed across Gordon's face. Molly Kozak was an old friend of June's. She was a psychiatrist. Had it really come to that?

June saw the reluctance on his face. “It doesn't have to be in her professional capacity,” she said. “Just a chat between friends. For me. Please.”

* * * *

He didn't need a shrink, Gordon thought, he just needed to end this obsession. It was midday and he was once again clicking through the pictures on Arachne's Web.

What was it about her? Why wouldn't she leave him alone?

Once again he searched fruitlessly for any kind of contact information. She was a model. Surely she'd want to put her contact details
somewhere.
How were other agencies supposed to get in touch? Did she not want other work or something?

“It sounds very much like depression and anxiety brought on by the loss of your job,” Molly said to him after he'd told her about his recent worries and listlessness. “You're not alone in this. I've seen a lot of clients with similar problems recently. It's this stupid economy,” she added, her normally breezy manner subdued.

Gordon hadn't told her everything. His–
obsession–
thing with Arachne was something he still didn't feel comfortable talking about. He mentioned the dreams, but omitted the details.

“Nightmares are often an outward expression of any inner turmoil the mind is going through,” Molly explained. “You're really worried about this, aren't you?” she said, talking to him more as a friend than a professional.

“Losing the job hit hard,” Gordon admitted.

“Tell you what,” Molly said. “I don't have a full schedule today. My last appointment finishes just after four-thirty. Why don't you come over and we'll have a little chat. Nothing serious.”

Gordon told her he'd think about it.

It wasn't just the nightmares. Something was wrong with his memories. Just like Jane, other female friends were disappearing. Childhood friends, university friends, work friends; all fading away. It was getting harder and harder to recall what they looked like. Any of them.

At least he still had his wife. He cast his mind back to the day they'd got married, that beautiful moment when he'd picked up her veil to kiss her.

Her long black hair had cascaded down the shoulders of her bridal gown.

No!

The image wavered and dissolved and was replaced with his wife's face, as perfect and as radiant as she'd been on the day she'd agreed to become his wife. The love he'd seen in her blue eyes, the love he'd felt for her, nothing could take that away.

Molly's office was quiet at the end of the day. He walked on through reception, hearing her in conversation with an old lady. She had her back to him, all Gordon saw of her was her long black hair cascading over a woolly pink top.

Black? Hadn't Molly's hair been blonde and curly last time he'd seen her?

Molly turned her head and stared at him with vivid green eyes. Arachne's eyes. She eyed him up and licked her lips as if in anticipation of receiving a delicious morsel. It was only the briefest of glances and then she turned back to continue talking with the old woman as if nothing had happened.

* * * *

Gordon was back in the underground cavern. This time he was suspended far above the ground in a cocoon of sticky white silk. His arms and legs were tightly bound. He couldn't move at all. The cavern was so vast he couldn't see either walls, floor or ceiling. All he saw was the thick white strands of an enormous web stretching out into the void around him.

He heard a soft chuckle, low and sultry.

The web swayed and Gordon bobbed up and down. Something was coming.

Arachne emerged from the darkness in front of him. The top half of Arachne anyway. Below the waist she was a monster. Her slim legs were gone, replaced with the bloated black abdomen of a gigantic orb web spider. She walked up the web on eight slender black legs. For all the size and ungainly appearance of her swollen abdomen she still possessed an unearthly grace. Her pale breasts bobbed hypnotically as she approached.

Arachne smiled. She reached down and parted the lips of her pussy. It lay at the intersection between her human and spider half. Dribbles of thick white liquid drooled out of the pink orifice. Gordon realised his cock and balls had not been wrapped up like the rest of his body and were totally exposed.

God no, Gordon thought. Not with this...abomination.

Arachne put an arm around his body and pressed herself against him, her soft boobs squashing against his chest. Her other hand reached down to fondle his private parts.

“What's the matter, little fly?” Arachne asked, her bee-stung lips puckered up in a sexy pout. “Are you nervous? Does this body frighten you?”

Gordon didn't get a chance to say anything as she pushed her body up and smothered his face in her cleavage. She rubbed her body against him and lightly buffeted his face with the soft pillows of her boobs. Her hands stroked his cock with supernatural expertise. Despite his fear Gordon was hard and gasping within a few short moments.

“This body will give you pleasures you never dreamed possible. You'll see.”

Gordon felt what seemed like metal bars pressing against the back of his cocoon. Her legs he realised with a shudder. They folded around his body and the web swayed as Arachne climbed on top of him. He felt the weight of her great abdomen settling in his lap.

The legs around Gordon's back, buttock and thighs pressed against him and Gordon was pulled closer to her body. His erect cock slipped between her fleshy labia and into the warm interior of her pussy. He felt resistance as his cock pushed against a stretchy membrane. More of her pussy silk. Her legs hugged him tighter and Gordon trembled in pleasure as layers of silk parted and smoothly slid down his shaft as he was forced deeper inside her. He sank all the way into her until her labia met the root of his cock with a sloppy wet kiss. Her vagina pulsed and a bubble of thick sticky silk welled out and sealed their sexes together.

“No escape now, little fly,” Arachne whispered. “Now enjoy the pleasures this body can give you.”

Arachne closed her eyes and pursed her luscious red lips. Her bloated black abdomen started to swell. Gordon felt a strong suction grip his cock and pull him deeper into her warm vagina. Soft silks brushed against his shaft with feather-light caresses.

Arachne sighed and her abdomen contracted. Gordon squirmed in blissful ecstasy as her pussy convulsed and his cock was engulfed in a pillow of the thickest, softest silk. His skin tingled wherever it was kissed by the warm sticky fluid.

Arachne inhaled and her abdomen expanded again, plunging him deeper into her sticky sex. The tingling sensation spread down Gordon's shaft and into his balls. In, out, her abdomen pulsed, each pulsation feeling like an exquisite stroke as her heavenly silks slid over his engorged cock like an intimate dance of the seven veils.

Slow, slow. Each pulse of her abdomen was maddeningly, teasingly slow. His arousal fully stoked, Gordon ached to move against her, to thrust his dick back and forth against those sensual silks. He couldn't move though, her silk had bound him too tightly.

“Patience my love,” Arachne whispered huskily in his ear. “There's no need to rush. I'm not letting you go anywhere.”

In, out, her abdomen moving up and down with the same rhythm as her slowly heaving bosom. Gordon's own breaths fell into synch as he awaited in trembling anticipation for each rippling wave of sensation to brush up his cock. Slow, so slow, deliberate and irresistible; each pulse causing his arousal to mount higher and higher until the sensations were nearly more than he could withstand.

“Ooo,” Arachne moaned in his ear.

Her vagina vibrated around him and Gordon's cock was engulfed in more warm sticky silk. The tingling sensation grew into a raging fire within his balls and the flames spread up throughout his body. Still Arachne would not bring him to release.

In, out, the pleasure building up like a charge with no place to earth itself. Arachne didn't vary her pace, her abdomen continuing with those slow, steady pulses, like beats of a gigantic heart.

She embraced him with her upper body, squashing her soft breasts against him while her soft lips crushed against his. The silken seal on his lips melted away as her hot tongue forced its way into his mouth.

In, out, smooth silk sliding over and around his burning sex. In, out, Gordon's body trembling and quivering as she kept him at the point of near release for what seemed like eternity.

He gave a long drawn out groan as his body was allowed to achieve the release she'd denied him for so long. He felt it rise up from his toes and wash through his body like a tsunami as his cock throbbed and he spurted a hot jet of his seed into her sticky cunt. On and on the orgasm raged. He shuddered helplessly in its grip as his balls convulsed and he spurted pulse after pulse of his sperm.