I looked up. The sky was still bright blue, without a cloud in sight, but I could sense evening was nearing. I listened. But all I could hear was the sound of my own breathing, the wind blowing and my pounding heart. I was desperate to hear something that would help get rid of the feeling of uncertainty. I held my breath a moment. But nothing.
I began to get the strangest feeling—almost as though I was dreaming. But I knew I wasn't. Maybe that was just my subconscious' way of comforting me.
I carried on walking. Although previously there had been forks in the road, I was somewhat relieved to see that now, there was just one lane. One narrow, winding, bendy path. This took all the guesswork out of it for me. Surely, all I had to do was follow this lane, and wherever it took me, would be where my mom was.
But the further I walked the darker the daylight became, until I found myself feeling truly engulfed in the shadows of the buildings, as if the city had swallowed me up and I was a tiny morsel that this living, breathing city was toying with.
Miraculously, as I turned the next corner, the path opened up before me. Everything seemed wider, more normal, as I laid my anxious eyes on the ruin that stood before me.
It was some sort of castle—well, it used to be a castle, because the sands of time had had their way with the ancient building—and now, it was a shell of its former self. Half broken down, the large bricks that used to make up its walls were incomplete, with huge gaps everywhere. There was no roof or ceiling anymore, and as I stepped through where the door used to be and into the rubble-strewn ruin, it felt as though as I was still outside.
From across the large empty room I saw her—my mom—and the sudden relief I felt that I would soon be reunited with her was almost instantly replaced with a dark feeling of concern. For yes, there she was, but she was in a most peculiar predicament. And she was not alone.
She was on her hands and knees on the stony floor, her full lactating breasts unleashed from their harness, out and hanging free below her. On either side of her stood two dwarf girls dressed in maid's outfits, who must have been about eighteen years old, a couple of years younger than me. Underneath each of my mom's breasts was a metal bucket, and my mom was—I know this sounds shocking, but she was being milked like a dairy cow.
Each dwarf girl had an erect nipple in hand, pulling and yanking on my mom's breasts expertly, as if this was completely normal for them. They really had a good, rhythmical pull going, squeezing her nipples tightly and milking them downwards like udders.
I stood, still unseen by the three of them, frozen on the spot, scared stiff. I wondered why the hell my mom had allowed herself to be put in this predicament, I mean, these girls were tiny, surely she could've easily got away from them. But what I saw next answered my question, and I understood why she couldn't escape. At least not yet.
In walked, or I should say trotted, the Centaur. Now, I know this sounds unrealistic, but he honestly did. You can ask my mom of you don't believe me.
He looked powerful and amazing. His human head and face was handsome and dashing, his upper body ripped and lean. His waist blended seamlessly with his horse's body, the chestnut colored fur covering the muscular back and four hoofed legs. The mythological creature seemed to be caught between the two natures, embodied in contrasting myths, both as the embodiment of untamed nature, and the vision of legend that stood tall before me. He looked dominant and assertive, but at the same time had the dark, thoughtful eyes of a poet.
The two dwarf girls continued milking for a little while longer. Jets of creamy, pure milk flowed from my mom's ample bosoms and into the awaiting buckets, little speckles of white splashing up and hitting her in the face. She seemed remarkably cooperative, as if under some sort of spell, as she fearlessly took the human milking without even muttering a complaint.
He raised his hand, and the two dwarf girls stopped immediately, mid-squeeze, and looked up at their master. It was as if they had done this for him many times before, and it was merely common practice.
They both stood at the same time, and one walked around my mom to get closer to the other. She tipped her bucketful into the other's bucket, mixing both breast's loads. One of them skipped up to the Centaur, and handed the bucket to him, before curtsying cutely. The Centaur nodded his head, as if dismissing them, and they skipped off, through a rubble-scattered doorway and into the depths of the ruin.
His gaze lingered on my mom's fat lactating tits, before holding the metal bucket above his head at arm's length. He opened his mouth, and began to pour. The breast milk poured out at a perfect diagonal angle and right down the Centaur's gullet. Away he swallowed, his glugs audible across the large remains of the room in which we stood. He paused, his eyes closed, seeming somewhat satisfied, and appeared to be enjoying the creamy nourishment that had been hand-produced for him.
Up until this point I had remained unseen, the room vast enough and the shadows dark enough so that I could watch in amazement. But with his eyes still closed, I knew that this was the opportunity I needed, so I took it.
"Hey," I whispered. "Psssssssssst. Mom."
She heard me and looked up, and in that brief moment of eye-contact, I could see the relief and joy on her face. She was happy to see me, although also maybe slightly embarrassed, as her heaving mammaries swung pendulously beneath her.
This moment of hope was to be short-lived however, because as I looked up at the man-beast, my heart nearly jumped up into my throat. His eyes were now open, and he was staring straight at me, his gaze enchanting and almost hypnotic.
I then knew why my mom had had such a hard time leaving. There was something about him, his chiseled features, his deep brown eyes. His expression told a thousand tales, of battles won and lost, of war and peace, of nature and magic. He galloped over to where I stood, shaking and transfixed. He rounded me up as if he were a sheepdog and I was merely a simple sheep, lost and alone on a highland moor.
As he marched me over to where my mom now kneeled, I couldn’t help but smell his animalistic odor as it blew through the warm air, and it tingled my nostrils, an unexplainable half-nice half-nasty aroma that subtly began to excite and captivate me.
I felt my panties dampening, a genuine craving coming from between my legs that transcended into tingles that shot up through my entire body like a mild electric shock. I knelt beside my mom, and the Centaur turned around and backed up, like a car being put in reverse. His tail swung as his hoofed feet stepped nearer, until we were mere inches away from the fuzzy man-imal's hind legs.
From within short tufts of brown hair, I became terribly aware of something expanding. An exceptional, huge erection of amazing specifications—an unthinkable penis that extended like a thick black cucumber. Our eyes dilated as we examined it, as if handling so much pork would be an impossibility.
"Jesus. Fucking. Christ." Said my mom. And I was inclined to agree with her.
It was an enormous pledge of fun and agony, and it was time to experience it.
"It's big," I said.
"It's... ridiculously enormous," my mom corrected me.
A silent understanding passed between us and in unison we opened our mouths and obtained a substantial Greek testicle each. The Centaur's balls were fuzzy and full, not dissimilar to large kiwis. They were big, make no mistake about it, but we gave it our all. Our dueling tongues flicked across the skin, making the Centaur's hooves stomp as his tail swayed between us. He snorted in elation, a sound that encouraged us greatly, and he widened his stance slightly, allowing us to really get our eager faces into the crevice between his strong thighs. The downy fuzz on his legs tickled our cheeks, but it felt warm and pleasant, as we continued to suck his nuts in earnest.
We both went in fast sequence between tonguing and suctioning, washing the big balls with our mouths, while I felt a pulse in my pussy. My mom, whose mouth was wider than mine, was in a good position to take her half of the bundle in her mouth entirely, and she fostered the orb inside her pie-hole. Expertly using her teeth
, she delicately dragged them along the skin, tantalizing and torturing the Centaur in ways he’d probably never felt before.
While watching Mom suck a nut, I had been gazing longingly at the wild dick that had been growing inch by inch before us. I gripped it, squeezed it, pulled on it—I don't mind admitting that I never wanted to set it free. My other hand joined the first, and both my arms worked overtime, pumping the massive shaft downwards in a vigorous motion, milking the randy Centaur's cock like an overloaded teat, as my mom continued to gobble sack.
Seeing my intent to work the pole, my mom decided she wanted to join me. So, she forced herself away from the Centaur's testicles, lowered her head, opened her mouth as wide as she could, and attempted to suck his cock. She had no choice but to elongate her lips as wide as feasible to even wedge a tiny fraction of the monstrous meat into her mouth, but amazingly, and with an encouraging head-nudge from me, she was able to slip the tip inside, and away she sucked. Her eyes watered, and I could tell from her expression that it tasted good, but perhaps slightly salty. Now that his balls were set loose, I focused my attention back to licking them, and I stretched my neck upward into a more effective position to make certain that I could satisfy every last millimeter. Meanwhile, Mom was still wrestling with the first couple of inches of the centaur's penis, as she breathed heavily beside me.
What happened next is not something that I am particularly proud of, if I'm being honest. But, it happened, so I will share it with you today.
Mom was doing a great job at taking the meat into her gullet inch by inch—I could tell it was a struggle but she seemed to battle on fearlessly, crouched down with her head tilted upward, spluttering and almost choking, but incredibly making his ridiculous cock disappear into her mouth.
I stopped licking his balls for a moment, and there before me I was presented with my mom's fat milky tits, still out, and jiggling in front of me enticingly. Dear readers, it had been a long day, much of the afternoon had been spent walking and exploring—we hadn't even stopped for a drink to quench our thirst and gather our thoughts. So, without warning I bowed my head and took Mom's left nipple in my mouth, and began to suck. It was erect, and tasted rubbery but sweet, and as I sucked it like a baby's bottle, the nourishment that was hidden in her mighty mammaries started to flow. The dwarf babes hadn’t quite emptied them, and spurt by spurt the thick, creamy milk sprayed into my mouth and down my throat, and away I glugged. The long moan she emitted told a thousand words, so I moved onto her right breast. Here, I nuzzled intently, with the keen objective to extract as much as I could. Once more, the white milk flowed like a delicious stream, into my mouth and down my throat, and I gulped it down with gusto.
I raised my head from my mom's lactating nipple to take a deep breath, and as I did so the Centaur's musky aroma filled my senses. There was something about his ancient scent that affected me in a way I was not used to, for the more I sniffed the more my shaven pussy moistened. It must have been having the same effect on my mom too, for she had managed to prize herself away from the straining shaft and was now rubbing her damp panties with her fingers, her skirt hitched up and a lustful glint in her eyes. I followed suit, and brazenly hitched up my skirt and started to dally, my fingers on the thin cotton of my panties providing just the right amount of pressure to satisfy me momentarily. It was enough for those few brief seconds, but ultimately I needed more—a lot more.
As my mom stepped out of the way, I pulled my knickers down, delved two fingers inside myself and got on all fours beneath the mythological monster, my bare rump presented to him like a bitch in heat. The Centaur's stance was wide enough so he could mount me there and then, his huge frame enveloping me as I felt his soft fur against the small of my back. Yes, I was slick, I was wet, I felt ready, but god knows I needed a helping hand if I was going to attempt to take this humungous dick inside me.
Needless to say, my mom provided the help I needed, lining up the lubricated cock with my awaiting pussy. She directed the huge head into my frustrated hole, spitting on the girth and offering words of encouragement as she popped the head inside. From here, the Centaur took the metaphorical reins, bucking his hips and spearing me with every last inch. It was a combination of pleasure and pain that I didn't think was possible—taking something of this sheer size inside me was, in itself, an achievement. The Centaur humped me rhythmically, his heavy balls banging against my clit with every thrust and making me scream at the top of my lungs.
Mom slid her skirt and knickers down, uncovering plump, wide thighs and a trimmed pussy. I had occasionally thought about what my stepmom looked like nude, and now I gazed at the soft dark triangle that made up the enchanting place between her legs. She lay down in front of me, the Centaur's front hooves providing the support she needed as she clutched them tightly and spread her legs. While the Centaur fucked me steadily, I let my hands tickle up the inside of her soft thighs and onto and over the gateway to that special passage.
As her breasts wobbled before me, Mom said, "Lick me Annie. Lick me good."
I could barely believe what I was hearing, but being presented with this fur-pie while in the throes of ecstasy was something I couldn't resist, and I pointed my quivering tongue towards Mom's hairy pussy. Supporting my weight on my elbows, my tongue explored and licked inside and up her inner-thighs, tickling and taunting the aroused middle-aged woman, before finding her pussylips and carefully nudging them apart, like slowly entering the combination of a bank safe.
This flesh felt very different to the Centaur's, and speedy laps took my tongue from bottom to top, sliding over a wet dab of moisture that marked the spot like an 'X' on a treasure map. I pushed my light-pink tongue into the entranceway and tried to explore as deep as I could. Mom moaned in bliss, and at the same time she reached up and rubbed the Centaur's fuzzy chest above her. It was a monstrously forbidden threesome of epic proportions, one that wound all three parties up into an enraptured frenzy.
No sooner had I started to enjoy my meal than it was cruelly taken away, as Mom got up and moved to the side of the man-beast. I wondered briefly what the naughty minx had in mind, but I was soon to find out, for without the need for stirrups the brazened hussy mounted the steed, swung one leg over his strong back and saddled-up, saddle-less. From where I crouched on all fours, still being penetrated to within an inch of my life, I could see her boots on either side of the vast frame above me. She was ready to ride. She humped the Centaur's back, allowing his soft bristly fur to rub her snatch just the right way—it was a stationary ride with no literal destination, it was purely a journey to reach her own climax.
The Centaur snorted as my mom squealed and I screamed—a harmonic vocal trio of thrill and discomfort.
It's in sincerity that I tell you that I am not a squirter. In fact, I sometimes find it hard to achieve an orgasm at the best of times. But there's something about having a fourteen inch cock up your tight pussy that can work wonders, and with one last, violent thrust of the Centaur's hips I came. I squirted ferociously around the wide girth, spraying the heavy balls behind me. The orgasm felt like a pinball ricocheting around my being, hitting my pussy, my clit, my arms, my legs.
This, almost psychically, triggered Mom's orgasm, and she straddled and writhed on the steed's back up above, cumming loudly and crying out in gratification.
With both us ladies satisfied and fulfilled, there was only one orgasm left to be reached. The mighty Centaur was still buried deep inside me, and I felt his balls give one final twitch and his cock give one final throb, signaling he was near. String after string of warm, gooey sperm spurted into my fertile young body, filling me up completely. The force inside me was overwhelming, a relentless pumping wave of seed that jetted into my womb like a burst water main.
Inside me, I could feel the sperm swimming, blindly trying to get to their destination, and find it they did.
Finally satisfied, the Centaur backed up, allowing his softening phallus to slip out of me, while my mom dismounted. Turning ov
er, I sat on the pebbled floor, opened my legs and looked down at my loaded cream-pie as it started to leak.
“Jesus. It might not happen...” I whispered, to no one in particular, trying to reassure myself that a man-beast was not capable of impregnating a human. But in my heart of hearts I knew that he had got me. I had been knocked-up, good and proper.
Although we had felt like captives previously, after the mind-blowing orgasms all three of us had experienced a different air surrounded us. It felt as though we had bonded with this beautiful creature, and as I got to my feet, me and my mom looked up at the handsome man with his chiseled torso, seamlessly protruding from the animal body that made up his lower half. He had a look of pride and grace on his face, as if he had just shown as a good time that we wouldn't soon forget. We were grateful to him, and smiled up lovingly.
He said something in Greek which I didn’t understand, but it sounded romantic. He scraped his rear hooves on the stony floor, and raised his front hooves up for a moment before galloping off and out of sight, through the ruins of the building, leaving a cloud of dust behind him.
That had been three months ago. Right now I'm standing at the airport, queuing and waiting to board. I'm heading back to Greece, with only one objective in mind. I'm running my hand over my swollen tummy, a combination of sorrow and dignity flowing through me. The creature had left me, seeded and alone. I had lain in bed for a few weeks, exhausted from my experience. I hadn’t felt unwell, just drained, and famished. When my stomach started to grow, I understood where my stamina was going.
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