Galactic Spring Break

I hate spiders but find webbing erotic.

I've been wanting to do a hutt story, but didn't want to deal with Star Wars mythology.

Somehow, those two things ended up in the same story. I hope you enjoy. Comments are welcome and encouraged, I love to hear from my readers!

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Minami awoke slowly, memories coming back to her over a minute or two. She was still lying naked on the broad, bloated belly of the hutt where she'd fallen asleep after the two of them had finally spent themselves following several hours of fucking, the evidence of their night all around her. The glitter she'd dusted herself with was almost totally gone. She could smell the distinctive tang of her pussy, and the wild aroma of whatever had been in the hookah permeated the room. But what she smelled more than anything was the hutt, his flesh's usual reek plus all the slime and cum and saliva they'd stirred up. There'd been so much of that, in fact, that she was practically glued to him, and had to peel herself off like the backing of a sticker. A substantial amount of dried gunk was still on her as she eased her way to the floor, her body was splattered all over, her right breast in particular almost totally coated in a snot-green shell.

"Oh man," she said, after carefully sliding to the floor, "this stuff got everywhere." The slime in her arrow of black pubic hair was the least of it, she could actually feel some of it dried in her pussy and ass, which were pleasantly sore. She searched the room for what little she'd been wearing. "I am going to take such a shower."

Having gathered up her shorts and flip flops (her underwear was nowhere to be found), she turned to the hutt, who was still asleep, and said "Hey, Jaron? Phrex? Sorry, can't really remember, you've got a hell of a pipe. I'll, uh, call. . .I'll be in touch. . .I'll see. . .last night was a lot of fun, I gotta go."

Finding her phone, which would also need a good cleaning, Minami saw that it was almost dawn. Her shorts hadn't dried yet, and the hutt (was it Xephus?) was staying in the same hotel she was; she'd chance it. Holding her shorts in front of her crotch, she dashed for the elevator, the firm ass of her athletic figure barely jiggling, and managed to get back to her room without running into anyone. Breathing a sigh of relief, she closed the door, then almost jumped out of her skin when a voice said "Looks like someone had a good time."

"Jesus! Don't scare me like that!" Minami tried to look pissed, but Scarlett, her friend and roommate, was laughing so hard that she had to smile. She was wrapped in a towel, though her dry hair said she hadn't showered yet.

"Looks like I wasn't the only one."

"Me? Get picked up?" Scarlett held her hand to her chest in mock affront, an especially good gesture as she had rather more up top than was on Minami's slim form."The very idea!"

"Sure," Minami said as the two of them giggled, "You just went out for a few drinks, came home, then decided to get up before the sun rose."

"That's right! All the best medical minds say three hours of sleep is the new healthy."

"Uh huh. So what were you up to?"

"Well. . ."

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"Ugh. This place is fucking dead." Scarlett was sitting at what was, for spring break, a fancy bar, and accordingly was dressed, for spring break, fancy: a tight black skirt ended well above her knees, and her ample breasts made enticing cleavage in a black vinyl tube top. Against her clothes and short dark hair even the dull oxblood color of her nails and lips popped. She was showing acres of leg, stomach, and shoulders, and she knew it all looked mouth-wateringly good. She just didn't have anyone worth showing it to.

In the two hours she'd been at the bar, she'd been hit on by three humans, two men and a woman, none of whom did anything for her, some tall rectangular thing that seemed to be made of fungus ("Should've gone dancing," she thought after it got the message and left, "Minami would've been all over you"), and a bear-like creature. Some girls liked that whole primal, on all fours under the huge hairy being thing. She wasn't one of them.

And that was it. The place had been hopping when she had ducked in the night before to see what it was about, and there was no reason it shouldn't be now, but it wasn't. Scarlett sighed and took another sip of her drink, a brilliant red mix of stuff in a martini glass that was the night's special. Whatever. She'd finish the last of her drink and go back to the room.

"Well now," said a voice like silk, "I sure do hate to see such a pretty young lady looking so unhappy."

"Oh, I completely agree," a similar voice answered. "What can we do to cheer her up?"

"Buy her a drink, maybe?"

Scarlett was aware of something very large behind her, but before she could turn around, a tall segmented leg that gleamed like highly polished plastic came into her field of vision on her right side. Scarlett's breath caught in her throat. Moments later, an identical leg appeared to her left. Any attempt to be cool was out the window as her head whipped around, taking in the large arachnid women on either side of her, who resembled giant Earth black widows, but with what looked much like a head and face by human standards, albeit with some extra eyes. Scarlett's pulse sped up, and she started to feel warm all over.

"So what do you say? Can we buy you a drink?"

Her mouth had gone dry. Scarlett licked her lips and said "Yeah. Yeah, you can buy me a drink."

"That's marvelous. Bartender, another one of whatever. . ."

"Scarlett." She gulped the rest of her glass.

"Whatever Scarlett is having."

The bartender nodded, and replaced her empty glass.

"So," said the one on the left, "a spring breaker?"

She grinned. "You got me."

"Oh we do?" One of the one on the right's legs made contact with Scarlett's bare thigh, and she shivered. She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out.

The one on her left laughed. "Relax, Scarlett. It's just a drink."

"I know. I'm fine," she said, trying to throw in a carefree laugh. She didn't feel fine. Or rather, she felt entirely too fine.

"Are you here from an Earth university?"

Scarlett shook her head. "Asteroid Belt. I'm studying mining and metallurgy. My roommate, too—she's here with me."

"Where?" The one on the right looked around, shifting a bit to scan rather than just turning her head, her rear segment moving into Scarlett's view, then back out.

"Not here in the bar. Just here on break with me." She felt something light on her shoulder, and reached up to brush it off. Her finger stuck to it. Scarlett looked over and realized it was a piece of spider silk, just one small strand. She tugged at it and stared, fascinated, as it pulled at her bare skin. The silk was stronger than she was. One strand would go eventually, but a few more and she wouldn't be able to get it off. She could pull as much as she liked and she'd stay stuck to it. Bound. Unconsciously, she licked her lips.

"So where is she?" The arachnid woman was making a very good show of pretending she didn't notice what was going on with Scarlett.

"Oh, she—she went dancing." The silk strand finally pulled off, and she tried not to sigh. Sweat was trickling between her breasts, and they were sufficiently on display for the spider women to see it. For the first time since she'd tried the top on, she felt exposed instead of sexy, but she liked it—in a blood rushing, incredibly nervous, she needed a new pair of panties way.

"How fortunate for us, isn't it dear?"

"Oh yes."

"You see," the arachnid woman on the right said, "we like to share. Two for one is perfect for us."

"Well," Scarlett said, "let's not get ahead of ourselves." She was trying desperately to keep some dignity, a battle she was losing to the alcohol and endorphins in her brain and the liquid heat pooling between her legs. She took a healthy swig from her martini glass. "After all, I don't even know your names, ladies."

"Of course, how rude of us. I'm Slexla."

"Axla," said the arachnid on her left.

"And you," said Slexla, "are Scarlett." The leg touching Scarlett's thigh slid up and over it, its clawed point drawing a gasp from her as it pressed into her skin enough to dent but not break it, and traced all the way up under her skirt.

"Just. Like. The color. Of those beautiful lips I'm now touching."

The tip of Slexla's leg deftly slipped under Scarlett's panties and slid into her sopping wet pussy. Scarlett fell forward and moaned loud enough for the entire bar to hear. She didn't care.

"Oh God, let's get out of here," she said.

The spiderwomen lived in a large cave near the beach—they were as technologically advanced as the next spacefaring race, but they were a lot hardier than a species like the humans and had never really done the house thing. There wasn't anywhere for Scarlett to sit down and hang out for a bit, but she didn't mind. She figured that, having been penetrated before even leaving the bar, there was no reason not to go right to the sex.

Axla and Slexla watched with hunger, looking every inch the predators they were, as Scarlett undressed. She kicked her shoes off, then unzipped her skirt, shimmying it off her enticing hips. Her sheer underwear was soaked through, giving them an excellent view of her neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair, also soaked, before it hit the floor. Finally, she crossed her arms and pulled off her top, her large breasts bouncing just a little.

"Mm. Doesn't she look lovely?"

"Oh yes. I'm perfectly happy with my form, but I don't have anything like these."

Slexla reached out a leg and toyed with Scarlett's left breast. It was an amazingly delicate sensation considering the size of the creature touching her. Other legs joined that one, from both of them, and Scarlett moaned as her naked body was traced all over, the pointed ends running over her pelvis, up the sensitive skin on the back of her legs, toying with her butt, and making the barest whisper against her neck. She was panting with excitement, dripping between her legs even while she shook with an atavistic fear.

Slexla moved in closer so she could speak directly to the nude coed.

"Now, this is very fun, and we're really enjoying your lovely body. And I'm sure we could keep it like this and have all three of us end up happy. Isn't that right?" As she said this, her leg, for the second time that evening, traced up the inside of Scarlett's thigh. She shuddered and whimpered as it moved over just a bit and teased her pussy lips, but refused to enter.

"Yes. Yes, we could."

"But that's not what you want is it?"

"No."

"What do you want?"

"I want. . ." She took a deep breath. "I want you to web me."

"Axla, did you hear that? Scarlett wants us to web her."

"Wants to be all tied up, does she?"

"Stretched out."

"Wide open to us."

"Well then. I think we'd better."

"Oh God. Just. . .just. . ."

"Hey." Slexla leaned in close to Scarlett's face and said, very gently: "No pressure. We're on the pill, the eggs are duds. And if anything's too much for you, the safeword is 'glacier,' OK?"

"OK." She smiled. "Thanks. I do want this, it's just a little. . ."

"I know. Are you ready?"

"Yeah, I am."

"That's good. Because Axla's already started."

Scarlett turned her head and saw that indeed, the other spider woman had already attached a few strands of silk to her left arm. When she turned back, Slexla was walking away, strands trailing between her and Scarlett's right arm.

The spiderwomen worked quickly. What started as a few strings became a web stretching from one wall of the cave to the other. Before she knew it Scarlett was spread-eagled up in the air, and thoroughly restrained. The cool, smooth silk ran in angles over her her belly and breasts, wrapped her arms and most of her legs. She was hung up in the center of the web at an angle, arms outstretched above her head, knees slightly bent, and legs separated, not uncomfortably so, but enough that her womanhood felt utterly, deliciously vulnerable. She tried thrashing around a bit, and could barely move, though her movements sent vibrations down the web.

"I think we caught something."

Scarlett moved her head as much as she could, but couldn't see where the voice was coming from.

"Oh definitely—it just moved again."

She could hear the spiderwomen moving around her, but couldn't tell where. Between the echos in the cave and her inability to look around, she had no idea where they were. Her body was damp with nervous sweat, but she was much, much wetter between her legs.

Something landed on the web with a heavy thud. It was almost soundless, but the vibration shook Scarlett. Muscles tightened as her limbs were stretched where the web pulled them, and her breasts swayed slightly in their silky coating. One of them was near. Scarlett craned her neck again, trying to see behind her back. Any second now she would feel a large presence over her back, and then. . .

"Hello."

Scarlett shrieked at the sight of Slexla, who'd suddenly appeared underneath her. Slexla grinned.

"You all ready for me, baby?"

"Oh yeah."

"Good."

Without preamble, Slexla's ovipositor speared into Scarlett.

"Oh my God." Scarlett was so drenched that the ovipositor had gone almost as far into her as it could on one shot, feeling huge in her pussy. She trembled as her vaginal walls clenched around it, vibrations running down the web as her eyes rolled back in pure pleasure. Unconsciously, she rolled her pelvis, trying to bring more of it into her body, even though there wasn't much more she could take.

"Mm, yes baby." Slexla's many legs toyed with Scarlett's nipples and stroked and fondled her body all over. She shuddered pleasurably as Slexla ran a leg down her back and played with her ass. "You enjoying that?"

"Oh God, yes."

"Good. But I'm afraid you've got me too excited to sit still any longer." And with that, Slexla's legs locked around Scarlett, and she began to vigorously thrust in and out of her.

"Oh God. Oh God oh God oh God."

Slexla pounded Scarlett from underneath, the web vibrating all over the place as her sweat-soaked body bounced up and down and her arms and legs pulled convulsively in her passion, though they didn't move more than a fraction of an inch. Her hips weren't going anywhere either, but she still tried to pound them down on to get more of Slexla's ovipositor in her. Which was unnecessary anyway, since Slexla was thrusting as deeply as she could, very fast, and now sounding as crazed and out of breath as Scarlett.

"Oh baby, I can't hold it much longer. I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking fill you with my eggs. You going to come for me too?"

"I'm close, I'm so close, I—"

Slexla reached one of her legs under and played with Scarlett's clit, and the dam burst with a shrieking orgasm. Every muscle in her body tensed, then released. She wanted to collapse, but of course she was powerless to move, and remained locked in place as Slexla continued to fuck her over-stimulated body. Finally, the spiderwoman came herself with cry of ecstasy. If Scarlett's previous orgasm had fried her brain, the one she had when she felt Slexla's eggs pour into her removed it altogether.

When she finally came back down, she found Slexla back on the top of the web to her left, stroking her cheek.

"That was fucking sexy, baby. Do you always come like that?"

"I think I'd be dead if I always came like that."

Slexla chuckled. "How do the eggs feel?"

"Um." Her body was slowly coming back to her, she had to think about it. "I don't know, it's a new sensation. I'm really filled up, and I can feel them in my womb. It's kind of heavy, but nice."

"Nice for the two of you. I bet Slexla didn't leave me any room."

Axla's shadow fell over Scarlett, which once again was about as much as she could see in her current position. Scarlett had thought herself all fucked out, but when she felt Axla's ovipositor probing inside her pussy, even if it indeed couldn't get very far, she could feel her arousal start to rise again.

"Nope. No room in here. Let's see. . ."

Axla's ovipositor bumped lightly against one of Scarlett's ass cheeks, and she suddenly lost her breath at the insinuation. It came back to her soon enough, along with a fresh trickle of sweat in her armpits, and a little more liquid in her pussy. Axla's legs were all over her, very light but touching seemingly everywhere at once. She caressed Scarlett's now slightly rounded belly, ran the delicate points over her breasts, teasing the nipple of the left one, which was exposed through the webbing, and trailed one fine point down Scarlett's spine, leaving the girl shivering. It stopped very briefly at her tailbone, then descended.

"How about it, Scarlett?" Axla asked as her pointed foot slid between the globes of her butt, and the smallest bit of its tip started moving around in her asshole. "Plenty of room in here. Are you going to take my eggs too?"

Scarlett's mind reeled at the thought of that thing going up her butt. But she had no intention of using the safeword. She nodded.

"All right then. Now let's see, where did I put that? Ah yes."

There was a squirting sound above her, Axla pulled her cheeks slightly apart, and a few moments later Scarlett felt the lube pooling in her anus, followed by one of Axla's feet.

"Mm. Nice and hot in there. A bit tight though."

"I-I'm sure you can do something about that," Scarlett said, shakily.

"Afraid I'm going to need your help there, actually."

Tension and excitement ran through her body, which wasn't helping. She took a deep breath and willed herself to relax. Her anal ring loosened, and Axla's leg pressed gently but firmly inside.

"Aah," Scarlett gasped. She had just barely explored anal play before. It was different and a bit uncomfortable, but it also felt good. And as she got used to the sensation of a stuffed butt, it started to feel very good.

"Now, Slexla filled your little pussy up so I can't fuck you. . .but there is a little room to play around."

Scarlett moaned as a leg slid into to her womanhood. The sensation of being double penetrated was intense. And then Axla began to thrust in and out, quickly in Scarlett's pussy and slowly but steadily in her ass.

"I love how you shake the web when you're being pleasured. It's so. . .primal to me. So very arousing." She touched Scarlett's clit, causing her to gasp and shake the web some more.

"I'm going to fuck your ass now, Scarlett. Are you ready?" Axla withdrew entirely from Scarlett's rear. The let up in pressure was nice, but she felt so empty.

"Put it in me," she said, all of her nerves wide awake at the thought of being being penetrated in her most defenseless place while utterly helpless.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then she felt Axla's ovipositor pressing on the globes of her ass, making her convulsively clench her hands in anticipation. Then, slowly, it pushed between them. Scarlett's breath was coming in gasps. Finally, she felt the tip press into her. It was dripping with lube, but felt like it wouldn't fit, an enormous pressure building back there. . .and then the ovipositor popped through.

"God, it's so big."

"No worries, I'll go slow."

Scarlett hadn't counted on it being that slow. Axla entered Scarlett's ass bit by agonizing bit. Five minutes later, Scarlett was a sweaty mess, and the ovipositor still wasn't all the way in.

"Please. . .I'm so ready. . .fuck me. . ."

"Oh, I am. I just like to take my time is all."

Agonizingly slowly, Axla moved in and out of Scarlett. She'd never had her endurance tested like this before, not even close. She lost all track of time or where she was, there was only the feeling of the ovipositor moving in and out of her ass, incredibly slowly, over and over again. She was yanked back into the world when Axla moved a leg into her pussy, causing a startled yell, and then another leg began rubbing her clit.