Centaur Erotica: Becoming The Centaur's Wenches (Taboo Hucow FFM Step Threesome Pregnancy Historical Erotic Romance) Read online

  “Okay. I'll take your word for it.” I lay back against him, and tried to relax. I was grateful that Jeff had an answer for the odd happenings. We forgot about it and kept chatting, while we watched the dancing flames die down. My baby Rebecca was still sleeping peacefully in the tent, and I was thankful that the noise hadn't woken her.

  As we snuggled I once more started to feel comfortable. My mind flashed back momentarily to what Jeff had done two years ago. No matter how much time passed, that was always in the back of my mind. But, I just had to keep telling myself that we weren't married then—yes, we were in a monogamous relationship—but we hadn't tied the knot. And it was way before the birth of our child. So, I had to forget about it. I had forgiven him. At least, I had convinced myself that I had forgiven him.

  We sat for a number of minutes, in companionable quiet. Fortunately, we still couldn’t hear any commotion or crying from the tent, so we just listened to the sounds of the great outdoors.

  I sighed, enjoying the simple fact that our surroundings were in such stark contrast to the stresses and framework of the big city.

  “I'm not going to be jumpy anymore.”

  "Glad to hear it," Jeff said, turning my chin up and kissing me gently, pressing his lips against mine before pulling back for a second and sending me a beaming smile. He knew he was going to get lucky. I smiled back and leaned in again, pulling him towards me for an additional kiss, this one more intense. I slid my tongue between his lips, moving around his tongue in a circular motion, just the way he liked it.

  He wasted little time, and pulled me onto his lap. He placed a palm on the back of my head, readying me for another extended, passionate kiss. I bit my lower lip as he pulled away and kissed his way down my sensitive neck, his hand lightly touching my breasts. One hand slipped under my top, and caressed my smooth stomach. My hands instinctively wandered down his chest, tracing along his defined muscles until I reached his buckle.

  I touched his cock through his slacks, causing him to moan into my neck, his hands gripping my breasts more firmly as I did so. I looked down, and he brought my head back up, kissing me as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks, effortlessly yanking his cock out thru the gap in his boxers. I deliberately let the sides of his dick lightly graze the teeth of his zipper, making him wince, teasing him.

  My hand massaged his cock head, using the pre-cum that had just started trickling as lubrication to glide my hand along his rigid shaft from top to bottom, rubbing my fingers over his tiny opening.

  “Oh, man…” he murmured, burying his head in the curve of my neck, incapable of doing much more at this point as I worked him. I glanced down, adoring the view of my hand moving over his length, feeling it pulsate, and feeling him shudder as I did so.

  "Don't stop..." he panted, moving his head up to look at me. As I looked into his eyes, his expression dramatically changed. "Valerie..." his words had altered in pitch, and I turned my head round quickly to see what he was staring at.

  For a few moments, we were frozen stiff, attempting to digest what we were witnessing. “It’s a… it's a...” I stammered, tying to think of a rational explanation. But no animal came to mind. There was no way it was a regular animal. The thing watching us from the darkness of the foliage was at least nine feet tall, coated in scales and standing on its hind legs. Its face was cast in shadows, not yet visible, and its cock was swinging between its legs unashamedly. It was an amazingly lengthy cock, and very thick to boot.

  With increasing terror, I came to the realization that its hand was touching itself intimately—it was pleasuring itself while watching me pleasure my husband.

  It took a heavy stride towards us, its face now clear in the firelight, and that was the only prompt we needed. We got to our feet and screamed, and began to run from the monster. We sprinted straight towards the dense trees, frantically taking hold of each others’ hands as we legged it, desperate not to lose each other in the dark. Jeff's dick was still out and unzipped, and no longer hard it flopped about as he ran.

  We could audibly hear heavy feet behind us as the beast paced through the jungle after us. Abruptly, Jeff yanked me off to one side, hauling me behind a wide tree and placing a hand over my mouth, muffling any attempt at a scream. I tried not to breathe, feeling Jeff's chest against my back as the freak caught up with us, and luckily kept going, jogging right past.

  Jeff took his hand away from my mouth, and we stood there, panting and trying to comprehend what the hell just happened. We crumpled to our knees.

  “What. The. Actual. Fuck.” I whispered.

  “I don't know. I really don't know...” Jeff whispered back as he zipped up his dick, too terrified to comfort me this time. But we knew what it was. We just couldn't bring ourselves to say it.

  "My baby... my baby. I have to go back for my baby!" I said, maybe a bit too loudly, trying not to panic.

  "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," said Jeff. But it was too late.

  We heard a growl, coming from the other side of the tree.

  “Quick!” Jeff yelled to me, getting up and pulling me to my feet. We ran further into the jungle, hoping we could lose him, but it didn’t take long for the creature to catch up with us.

  I felt a muscular arm around my waist and I was pulled away from my husband, our hands cruelly separated.

  "Val!" he cried, and spun around to see the monster gripping me around the midsection, retaining me like a prized possession. I could feel something digging into the back of my thigh. Something very big and very hard. And something that would no doubt leave a stain on my jeans. The thing was taunting Jeff as it rubbed up against my leg like a randy dog.

  “Jeff, do something!” I gasped, battling and striking at the beast's hands, but it was no use, the thing way stronger than me.

  “Hey! Leave her alone!” Jeff yelled, trying to assert himself. He picked up a nearby fallen branch and struck the monster's side as hard as he could. The beast growled loudly at the attack, but didn't really seem to care.

  “Let her go!” Jeff said, now realizing that it was probably no use trying to fight.

  The Dragon gave a roar and its large wings flapped, as its cock pressed up in between my jean-covered ass cheeks.

  "God..." I whined, trying to comprehend what was happening. “It wants to...”

  “Kill us?” asked Jeff, attempting to finish my sentence.

  “Almost right.” I swallowed hard. “It wants to fuck us. Well, me, anyway.”

  I passed out in the Dragon's strong arms.

  When I came to, I was lying in the mud, and I saw that Jeff was tied to a tree, rope wrapped around his torso and binding his arms behind him.

  The Dragon lifted me to my feet. Too groggy to fight or complain, I was frogmarched over to where my husband was bound. The Dragon ripped my top off with his sharp talons, and my bountiful mammaries jiggled under my bra. I felt Jeff's gaze linger on my breasts, before the Dragon ripped my bra off, tearing it as if it were made of paper. The jungle air felt cool against my full, naked breasts, as they wobbled in the moonlight.

  "Don't hurt her," Jeff started, but to be honest his moaning was starting to annoy me. I was dazed and felt pretty compliant at this point.

  Holding me upright with one arm, the Dragon reached out with his other and cupped my right breast, before giving it a surprisingly gentle squeeze. I groaned, and observed in enthrallment as the Dragon carefully molested my jugs, kneading the leathery padding of his palms over my hard nipples, going from one to the other. I realized that the Dragon wasn't just caressing my tits for the sake of it. He was doing it in a gradual, systematic fashion, pushing in consistent circles. I gasped, and saw moisture welling up from my nipples that began seeping down over the curvature of my bust and trickling down to my tummy. I felt a strangely appreciative throb in my pussy.

  The Dragon bent over and lapped at the lukewarm fluid dripping down to my stomach. I trembled uncontrollably. Not ceasing his massaging, the Dragon tongued at my nipples and suckled on
my full jugs. The more he sucked, the more my milk flowed.

  I watched in captivation as the Dragon continued to drink, before he looked up at Jeff. The Dragon seemed to have a sympathetic look in his eyes, as if he was being rude by not sharing any with my husband. I guess the Dragon had a point—we had been running away from him for a while, and Jeff was no doubt slightly thirsty.

  The legendary beast gripped my left tit more firmly, and pointed it upwards, aiming it directly at Jeff. "Wait, hang on a minute, what are you—" He didn't get to finish what he was saying, as the first jet of my creamy breastmilk sprayed through the air like a waterpistol, blasting him right in the face. Jeff gasped, spluttered, and shook his head, little droplets of my protein-filled goodness flicking off him in random tangents.

  He opened his mouth to say something, just as the Dragon squeezed my right breast. This time he squeezed quite a lot harder, and I gave a yelp as I watched a feminine ribbon of white milk squirt out like a garden hose, getting Jeff right in the mouth and splattering him all over his worried-looking face. He gulped and swallowed down as much as he could, gasping for air, as my milk splashed down his chin and soaked his upper body.

  "Jesus. I wish he'd stop that," Jeff said, breathing heavily. I don't know what came over me, but part of me was slightly resentful that he wasn't appreciating being fed.

  Something in me identified the Dragon’s aroma even as my modern-day sensory faculties attempted to dismiss it. Then I became very conscious of what I had been smelling. It was like a musky, almost antique-like scent. I turned my head to the side, away from the creature, but at the same time I instinctively slipped a hand into my jeans and under my knickers.

  My panties were damp, no denying it, and the aroma, peculiar a moment ago, was getting to be pleasing and strangely sweet. I raised my fingers to my nose and sniffed my own scent. A powerful prickling ran to my bosoms and clitoris. I sighed as the whiff overloaded my body and I hung limp in the creature's grasp. The smell was all around me, completely enveloping me. My vision got a bit hazy, and I delved a hand into my knickers once more, this time slipping a finger inside my aching snatch. Jeff's face seemed like a blur, and the Dragon loosened his grip on me, allowing me to drop to my knees, agreeable.

  I slipped an additional digit into my pussy and started to finger-bang myself. The smell aroused me was so much. On the muddy grass before me, I could see the shadow of the beast, the outline of its monumental member bobbing about, erect and ready between its thighs. There was one thing I was absolutely certain of at that point—I was going to get it. Hard.

  I was practically dripping, and my nips felt as sharp as razors. From over my shoulder, I was vaguely conscious of Jeff telling me to get the hell out of there, but there was still a dull haze to it all. I was face to face with the monumental phallus that stood menacingly from the scaly groin area of the creature. Throbbing and smooth, it poked out from in between the muscular legs, and I reached out for it. The beast tossed back its head and growled. I gripped the wide girth in both hands, massaging and jerking it. It really was amazing. If I were to guess, I'd say it was about twice as big as my husband's dick. And much thicker. Unashamedly, I placed my lips near to the tip and gave it a lick, the beastly experience filling up my senses. I commenced tonguing up and down the length of the pulsing shaft for a minute before I turned my attention back to the head, stretching my mouth open as wide as I could and somehow getting it in my mouth.

  I looked up at the Dragon and saw that it was gazing at Jeff whilst appreciating my cosy orifice. I heard Jeff say, “I have to break free... I have to help you..."

  I had no idea what he was going on about. Help me? It'd be more like interrupting me.

  But Jeff sounded very concerned at this point. “God. If my hands were free, and cell phones worked out here, and I wasn't scared shitless... then I'd surely call the cops on his ass..."

  His words trailed off. Only a couple of yards and some boggy grass separated him from the obscene-dragon-dick-activity as he made an effort to digest what was unfolding.

  From my viewpoint of the events, I continued to attend to the dick as if it were some kind of mythical shrine. Both my hands continued to clutch the shaft firmly as I tugged the length and sucked the head. Some preliminary jizz trickled, and I milked a see-thru line of it downward onto my tongue. I listened to the content sighs of the Dragon as I persisted with my lewd homage to him.

  I knew that Jeff liked it when I licked under his head, so I figured I'd give that a try, in hopes that the Dragon enjoyed the things my hubby did. For some reason the thought of my formerly monogamous commitment didn’t result in any sense of guilt over my present behaviour. There was no way this could be classed as cheating sex. Not only because of the ‘blowjobs aren’t proper sex’ argument. But this wasn't a human. And this was something I had to do.

  There was no doubting the craving that swallowed me—I felt truly in heat. And what I was doing was working. The Dragon moved back, so its cock was momentarily free from my grasp. He gripped me by the hips and flipped me over with his mighty arms, before ripping my jeans down and my knickers off with his talons. A couple of skilful flicks were all it took, and I was nude except for my boots, my neatly trimmed pussy uncovered. He raised me and retained me at his midsection height, my arms and legs dangling.

  The Dragon was obviously fired up, and it was evident the more my husband complained, the more the blood-flow raced down to the beast’s penis. And it was becoming clear that I was soon to be on the receiving end.

  The beast began to rotate me as if I were a new car in a showroom, showing me off to my husband. I'm not being arrogant when I say that I have great toned legs and a taut bubble butt, with cheeks like a firm peach. Jeff was observing with enraptured focus, gazing at my ass and no doubt feeling as though I was his property, as the Dragon's tail playfully whipped my buttocks.

  If my pussy was dripping before, I was now near to flooding as streams of love-juice trickled down my trembling thighs. The Dragon carefully laid me down on my back, on a big tree stump.

  "Valerie, are you ok honey?" asked Jeff, all color still completely drained from his usually rosy cheeks.

  "Of course I'm ok, silly. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm really starting to enjoy myself," I said calmly, Jeff now fully realizing the extent of my arousal.

  As I lay on my back, I gazed up at this sizeable legendary creature before me and felt an eager longing. There was something so dominantly sexy about him, unlike anything I had formerly experienced. The Dragon rubbed his cock, whacking it up and down, making it as stiff as he could. It looked about as long as my arm, and thicker than my wrist.

  I traced my hands down to my pussy again. It was juiced-up and slick, ready for anything the Dragon had in mind. He squatted down like a powerlifter, and pressed the head of his cock up against my flushed entrance. I spread my lips apart to grant him admission.

  The mammoth beef forced itself in, and my tight snatch clamped around the girth. The sensation was glorious—immediate sharp suffering made tolerable by the intertwined bliss that ignited bits of my subconscious that had never before been triggered. The Dragon proceeded to nail me.

  Crouching, with the soles of his feet firmly on the ground, he pumped me with a brutal urgency, his solid pelvis stretching me open while his sturdy cock stuffed my pussy. I felt every inch of his cock, every measure of its great length pressing and kneading my insides. At that moment it felt like the world revolved around his girth, as if the only reason I existed was to be enveloped around his dick.

  Dazed and euphoric, I glanced to my side and looked at Jeff, helplessly bound to the tree and mortified. However, he was clearly excited. He lowered his head to look down at himself, and no doubt felt slightly second-rate. Usually so gallant about his own penis, he was now vacant and useless.

  My groans bombarded my husband’s eardrums like a violent storm, and I could tell he wished there was something he could do. But I knew some part of him was taking pleasure in this
—watching his wife getting banged by a mythical reptile, and the bulge in his slacks confirmed this. I think he felt a sense of perverse pride, that the Dragon desired me so much. And I was getting it, taking it. No doubt about it I was pleasing the Dragon, and it withdrew so that just the tip of his gigantic junk was in me, before thrusting back in mercilessly. It was unbelievable and stimulating and at the same time excruciating and gross.

  The Dragon drilled and drilled—I could feel his shaft expand and thicken further as legendary blood ran through it. I could sense he was getting near.

  "Oh Christ, wait for me, I'm not quite there yet," I pleaded, eager for him to keep pounding me until I came. "Hang on, please, just wait a minute," I begged the beast, the exhilaration and soreness driving a tear to my eye and more juice to my snatch.

  I was now absolutely into it, howling in delight as the Dragon penetrated me, over and over. Astonishingly, Jeff had managed to free one of his hands. But, instead of using his free hand to untie himself, he apparently had a more pressing issue to deal with, as he fumbled with his zipper. Soon, he was very busy with his hand between his legs, frantically masturbating as he watched.

  It was weirdly titillating, having this huge colossus fucking me while my husband wanked over us. Dear readers, if you had asked me how my vacation was going to pan out, I would never in a trillion years have been able to forecast this.

  I pumped my hips towards the Dragon's dick, hollering and screeching louder than ever. The monstrous erection spasmed inside me, angry and ready.

  He grabbed me by my waist and lifted me up in the air. He fucked me like he was polishing himself inside me. I was like a wriggling, living blow-up sex doll. I hung there, impaled. I started to orgasm, multiple times, over and over again. I felt my pussy walls expanding, and his size felt like it was going to go right through me and come out of the top of my head. Yet another wave of ecstasy and affliction ran through me. I almost blacked out. The Dragon gave an untamed cry and let loose a flood of sperm that dispersed like a garden sprinkler on full blast, a hot gush of dense sludge that forced me off his cock. I hit the floor, landing on my back on the mud, cum flowing from my abused snatch.